and yet why not
was a bar on ios
called why not..
there was also
the far out,
(i imagine they are
still there..)
the far out, was
a place where americans
met americans they had
met in amsterdamn ,
berlin or venice..
there were london gangsters
stranded and dangerous..
we plied our trade upon the steps
of the far out and bruce springsteen
played day in and day out as
the wind blew..
******* women cut hair in
the gentle surf and the young
frats had their pictures taken..
the scandanavians had the best
tans and most of the money..


we lived in a donkey hut in the hills
overlooking the harbour
where the sun set
amidst hustlers and go-go
dancers..
the ferries came and went..
one bus to the village and
another down to the beach-
down the road was the
my way..

in the village there was bar
after bar
a disco near a windmill
retsina and souvlaki
people packed into
squares
i wonder now what we
said..
now and again
someone who lived there..