A DIFFERENT LOVE
A different love
without the name of the beloved
without the memory or dream of a woman
insatiable, unappeasable love
with bones of our dead comrades
with feverish eyes
with a black wind that spreads its fiery metal
on words, in jails and exile camps.
Thus the words become metal
that you can hardly touch
or mold.
We Continue
Every time he says “I’m finished” he never finishes
Sometimes it is the window with the long flowing curtain
sometimes the fourth leg of the chair sometime the glass
left under the bed next to the shoes
especially the inside part of the fridge – so artificially white –
with the bitten red apple still preserved
showing clearly traces of the same teeth
Experts
Pundits left after doling out
negative expertise
asserting no prescription but
it can’t be done
pundits had their turn
and in the middle of the plaza
we stood alone
holding hands and celebrating
thoughts that nothing can go wrong
nothing is unaccomplished
when you hold onto the stars
when you float in dreams
the achroous when you color
on water when you walk
Manolis Aligizakis 