Silent Witness on the telly: a
man’s torso cut open in search of a dodgy bullet
as I fork my spaghetti pink-dusted with Alaskan pollock roe.
as I fork my spaghetti pink-dusted with Alaskan pollock roe.
Someone goes, Our formative years are embedded in our
teeth…
Now there is a sentence to jot
down.
Teeth is what Kronos should
have used (if he had any) instead of a sickle,
to cut off his father’s splendid
balls. Nevertheless the blood
trickled down like honey upon the
Cypriot shore to mix flesh with water
from which foamy Aphrodite
arose.
My mate Yorghos took me to the
borderline, to the strip of no-man’s-land in Lefkosia.
A rubble of concrete and burnt
up houses. We stooped to peep through a hole
in the wall: on the Turkish
side lookouts sat upon their posts,
armed to the teeth, smoking cigarettes,
alert.
This morning this clown of a college
teacher shows up wrapped head to toe
in baggy fatigues on which
hundreds of frills fidget like dying anchovies. My class
had a Halloween story gaps to
fill with any Halloween-ish adjective, dingbat, smudge.
One wrote: ‘Don’t be such a graveyard.’
Aphrodite's Child: It's Five O'Clock
This video relates to the above poem but doesn't have much to do with Halloween am afraid, except that predominant colour is orange, and Demis Roussos looks to me like a cross between Count Dracula and Marlon Brando. Plus, if you look really carefully you will spot a geezer lurking in the background in a vampire's cloak (about one minute into the video). Very strange that setting, come to think of it. Could have it been shot on All Hallows' Eve?
