#montreal
From Biloxi white shirt
Mississippi cigar
Smoke had led to West Coast
To Pacific Coast Mountains
They had tracked me as prey
As the northern cougars
Ain’t vampire, thank God
Neither light in the fountains
That was time I, in deed
Meditated between
Between living in need
And minimal luxury
After island, Vancouver
I moved north to Vermont
Talked with posters and walls
Living on nineteenth floor
Then I glanced outside –
Letter S, not for snake
Even though, serpent’s bitten
I just knew it was name
Great red letter as sign
So, I took as mine
‘Cause from day to a day
I had prayed for the guide
Thus, from window I saw –
Letter S – Solomon
Then the past I recalled
And the streets I came from
And the view…
It was just Holosijiv
Yes, for window I saw –
Letter S – Solomon
Then the past I recalled
And I put my heart home
I just need myself clean
Before go back to Kyiv
From that window I saw –
Letter S – Solomon
Give me answers, my soul
Do I need Royal Mont?
I need all of them clear
Heart, mind, soul – all sincere
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 5:00 PM UTC
I was on the plateau when it happen.
I always hated going under it in the middle of the day. It felt like a mirror; a reflected isomer — too still and too sad to be near. Shadows give that same feeling, but with blurred corners feeling slightly farther away.
I prefer going under the bridge at night. Cooler, like sunglasses that you don’t have to put on. The night as a way of saying, “It’s not up to you what you get to see now. I decide what’s important for you. Which is absolutely nothing”.
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 1:35 PM UTC
I miss you.
Here at the foot of Mount Royal
(really only a hill),
which I climbed this morning,
I miss you.
I ask what's real.
In this clamour of work,
of French and English ...
It's your touch that's real,
your eyes looking-at-me-with-love,
your lips.
Here in Montreal,
at the foot of Mount Royal,
I miss you.
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
the sun sets to the west
over Mont Royal
like the sun sets to the west
over the Hudson Bay
and you run to catch it
as if it were the last one
and you think time passes
while you're away
but everything is on standby
even the rotation of the earth
waiting for you
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 11:27 AM UTC
C old & cool
A iry & abuzz
N atural & noble
A ppetizing & appealing
D angerous & dandy
A muck & AWESOME
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC
when she fell,
not moon, nor wind responded
'an abysmal fall, indeed, '
was the carnal cry in the woods
'he who shelters such a wand
will surely be understood'
and the words fell like lightning,
one sunless morning of half-regret—
which quickly turned into a noon of wonder
~
..circa 2003..©2003/2017 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
~
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 9:01 PM UTC
This cruel winter wind
Is like a thousand daggers
Piercing through my skin
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 10:19 AM UTC
blur of rock, snow, trees
I drift in and out of reality
dream of swimming alone
at night, the sweet danger
your hand on my leg
this highway becomes
endless motion
reach into the grey night
beg a cigarette
off the gypsy woman
desperate
addictions will destroy me
one day, nothing left to do
but wait for the next stop
watch your breath form halos
of precious air on the window
misty and cool
hey, beautiful stranger
could I rescue you
from sleep, your hand
on my leg feels like nothing
else but it won't last
the driver speaks to me
of wandering souls
in a few hours he promises
we'll be somewhere
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC