ATHENIANS
Please compose yourself and
sanctify some decorum. Stop
sitting around these hills and
fountains. Your latest declarations
exclaim nothing, yet anger the
wrath of others. Shall we then
proceed - sword folly, or any
other secret weapons? Whichever
you choose we will double the
ire. Oh yes, and I am serious.
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Sitting here at table 10 in the
'House of Melissa's Dream,'
a meager, eastern-style'd cafe
near 23rd, I reach nirvana in
a daydream. Her name may be
Carlotta, or, perhaps, in some
other language, Jezebel. It
little matters. My nirvana is
a poor man's dream of more.
-
Those ships, those ships, are
they advancing this harbor anew?
Are those lowering clouds taking
some ominous shape? Will this
very land beneath us drop down
again? I will declare, oh Athens,
I would be lost without you.
-
Well to that I say OK. She once
again approaches my table. Never
sneering, yet always lethal. Iodine
eyes, and noxious fumes for a heart.
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