Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose.¹

I sucker punched that clock
and flew 500 miles an hour all day long to throw away my watch
and live on Greek Maybe Time

to rise when the ouzo moved me,
glance at Daedalus' sun — 

and sink back into the present,
presently warm enough to fall asleep at One Rock.

In Plakias, conversations come and go
like new found friends
in between sips of black wine and pitas.

It's all just games of chance
                while I dance
    with no cares for romance.

It's like the old man said — 
Δεν ελπιζω τιποτα
Δεν φοβαμαι τιποτα
Ειμαι λεφτερς²

   and Zorba was free
      but as for me —

A mind wasted by terrible raki
left my soul to reach 'round her waist
and feeding the warmth of her closeness
I fell for the future in her blue german eyes.

Ich sehne zum sehen 
  das Glühen deines Lächelns,
wann du zum ersten Mal
  dein kind in den Armen hälst.³

Soon I move to Göttingen
  to chase fairy tales not so Grimm.

Que sera, sera.4

What is it with people like us —
unable to stick to a plan,
  even if the plan is to have no plans?

Not sure if you're one of us?
Here's a short test, in poetic form.

  Roses are Red
  Violets are Blue
  I have ADD and
  Oh look, there's a butterfly

All of you that laughed, admit it, you're one of us.

Commercials tell us we need drugs
  to control our imagination,
  to stay between the lines,
  the lines are our friends.

Well Screw the Drug Pushers!
What do they know of Dream Givers?

If you think outside the rectangular parallelepiped,
and you're a million mile member of Serendip Airlines,
but you're thinking
   maybe with this love thing
   that you'll sit this one out...

Just come to Plakias,
  and stare at the sea.


Waves pounding the shores,
Breaking on the rocks,
Futile by Design.
Yet they never cease.

Nor do I.