perhaps I was twenty-six
she looked me over and soon enough
the walk to her place was zip, zap, zoop;
meaning, although the barman called
me over to tell me she had recently stabbed
or had tried to stab a bartender from
down the street,
my only concern was another mandrax, a
joint of kashmir hashish with thick ***** streaks
and, most certainly, a new escape; a new woman

the floor (a penthouse apartment, mind you):
much water from an overflowing sink...then, there's
the layer of dust on the dishes of the dish rack...and, not
to forget, the four or five
frightening knives, all very reachable

then, she introduces me to her first
jumping up and down episode--hollering,
"you're my father! I must **** you!"

how I spent two or was it three days with
her dumbfounds me these days...the fool, me,
I remember, first turned off the water
and mopped dry the floor...the miracle of
how my hand awoke and grabbed her wrist,
with the blade's tip an inch from my heart,
will have to wait another session with Harmony
--that She may reach into my mind and
pull out a more clear version of the epilogue
of this is-it-a-poem which I've written
in numerous other versions over the years
~~
..(C)2011/2012 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony; reaching into the poet's heart
~~

Self Portrait (a miniature)
Life begins, being born
Cord strangles, then is torn
Lots of schools, shallow halls
Haunted houses, scary ghouls
Teenage angst, and hysteria
Afghan coat, and flowing hair
Mandrax, and  ******
Moggadon, and Librium
Speed freaks, and acid heads
Empty squats, and monkey beds
****, ***, and alcohol
Folksongs, and rock, and roll
Overdoses, and sleeping pills
Smoking habits, nearly kills
**** attacks, heart attacks
Hair dyes, and healthy snacks
Vitamins, and hormone gels
Changing genders, happy girls
Thigh length boots, and mini skirts
Funky jackets, and abstract flirts
Getting older, greyish hair
Dye it copper, keep that flair
Writing poetry, writing verse
Knowing it's unlikely, to fill my purse
My thoughts are young, my mind is bold
I'll stay this way, with a heart of gold
by Jemia