Greek Avant Garde Poetry



     

Vassilis Zambaras






HARD AWASH IN A FOG


Thick cotton swabs

the mind white

gone soft too



too many harsh black

to hold water



just right for you.





ALARUMS



Cocky insouciant plump

roosters ring in
 
false down like clockwork



learn crepuscular jackals

in thicket clear throats

cry out in unison



same bloody refrain

drones through vale

of death daily



again and again. 






SUPPLICANTS IN THE GARDEN OF EDEN



Once you were merely two

blithe creatures who thought

how happy they were before

the fact without bothering

the gods for the explanation;

losing your grip, now you're

but two creatures who know

there is no explanation. 



(Parenthesis)

Such is the lot

of the lowly

sloth that hangs



on high from branches back

downward and fall fast

asleep, feeding on nothing



but fruits and leaves.