(C) Ted Kouretas 2017

I wake up confused 

In a downtown hotel room


Only remnants of your smell on the sheets


I felt your sweat as we had embraced

I tasted your warm insides

There was fire in your eyes

Guidance from my hands to yours 


There was time that had come and gone 

The clock moving forward as we embraced

As we got dirty

As we cleansed our souls

As Dr. Heartache laughed at us

Yet I  knew 

And I knew you knew

And so on it went


In between carnal desires there came moments

Moments of communication 

Often silent

Often subconscious 

Always cleansing 

Delving past the practical and mundane


I scream together with my heart

Inner screaming is always louder

I kneel


Compelled to pray


I Live Through My Computer Screen

(C) Ted Kouretas 2017

I get my news online

I know they’re fake and that’s fine

I live through my computer screen
I go on Netflix binges

I have a YouTube channel

I live through my computer screen 
I work from 9 to 4.30





Firing, alas they say

I work through my computer screen
I have freedom of speech

As long as it tows the party line

I live through my computer screen 
I buy everything online

Even my groceries

More time to game

More time to simulate sex

More time to pick victims of all sorts

I spend my free time on my computer street
I walk and text

I listen to Morrissey’s new single on the bus

I tell you I  love you

Something I can only do through my computer screen 

Of Doves and Kings

(C) Ted Kouretas 2017

The lycans live long

The meek die young

At about 33, give or take

Some are neityer lycan nor meek

They wait for fate to kill them

With cancerous genes

Of heart attacks while scarfing down a lamb chop 



Oh, the poor doves


Then there are those few living in purgatory 


For the metamorphosis 


And believing while still unsure 

Having faith 

Paving a path to Nirvana 


There are the human doves

Who are unwittingly not in love

Who have no path

Who wither away and die

And there are those who live among the Gods 

In a form only they, in their wholeness, can see


There are the the eternal doves 

Former emperors and Queens 

Future trailblazers 

Believers in life and love everlasting 

Interpreters of epiphanies 

Striving for reality above control 

Morrissey: Low in High School 

Morrissey has come out with a landmark album. Just 13 years after his previous landmark,  self-defining “You Are the Quarry”, Morrissey fittingly,  and thankfully for his mob of new and old fans, comes out with an album that redefines the malaise in this world while also pointing out love and survivalmin a new way. 

Morrissey proves through his lyrics that he holds no -ism, just an unfunneled and unfiltered pointbof view which has caught up with the times. He’s against war (listen to the hauntingly first person death spell of “I Bury the Living”), police brutality (“Who Will Protect Us from the Police”), and the media (My Love,  I’d Do Anything for You” and “Spent the Day in Bed”). Yet he is for Brexit, in the mockingly sardonic “Jacky’s Only Happy When She’s Up on the Stage”, where everyone just seems to need to exit to getntheir freedom back. Wht proves to be the point lyrically is the movement against the stereotypes brought about by neoliberalism. Morrissey doesn’t care what his critics think.  And this emboldens the album and makes it into a storybook against politically correct angst. 

Morrissey has evolved immensely musicallyas well. His band has tightened up their sound while broadening tehir musical horizons. One of the best songs on the album is the controversially titled “The Girl From Tel  Aviv Who Wouldn’t Kneel”. Morrissey takes on the role of jazz lounge singer and does it impeccably. You expect to see him taking over Bill Murray’s role in “Lost in Translation”, but without the trite hoopla. Every song stands by itself yet is an important piece in making the album mesh. The ever-popular “Spent the Day in Bed” and “I Wish You Lonely” are cute pop tunes and stand alone, yet they are there ro inrtroduce us to media corruption and loss of individualism. They re mild intros to more serious songs. Andmit seems that the more serious song is, the more heavy or dramatic the music gets. The band goes from heavy rock to ballad,to pop, to jazz, to something akin to country, etc… in a natural fashion. 

Easily the best album of the year, Morrissey proves that he stiill has it in his late-50s. This is Morrissey’s best music since “You Are the Quarry” and the 3rd-best album he’s made.

POSTSCRIPT: Not sure what Lili Simmons has to do with the album, but I include her here as part of the memory of those classic The Smiths album covers. The true fans of old get my drift.

John Keats Has Everything on Me

So far as bright stars go

Shining through the window

Onto her sultry bossom

As she heaves in sleep

While I look outside the window 

And think of Van Gogh
The virgin  land

Opening herself to me

To Keats

To others

And we all go our way

Take what we think we need

What we think we’ll one day understand 
Factories  become cubicles

Pens are keyboards

No matter what

No matter when

John Keats I’ll never be

Fake News Includes Misleading Hypotheses

Being a democratist by my definition, Morrissey doesn’t hold on to -isms and speaks of the truth. We don’t have to agree on everything, but please save us the media’s handling of facts. 

Morrissey blames the media and fake news for modt things. Whike we may not agree with his assessment,  he speaks from a goid place. From an honedt place. And though he blames the 14-year-old boy’s parents for Kevin Spacey’s acts, which made me cringe,  I still have to try to understand where he’s coming from.

As a democratist, I give Morrissey the forum. As a democratist, I also have the right to tell him he’s got to use a filter. As well, I freely say that some of the ideas he espouses make me cringe and want to start diatribes against him.

Judt my little rant.

Oh! Wretched Me

Ted Kouretas (c) 2017

I come to you from some nadir below

My wretched soul searching for mercy

Mercy comes to those who wait and plot

Who seize the moment

When it does come


I come to you from lofty towers

On the acme of a jeweled hill

Where consternation stirs


Wretched me

 Alone with myself


From the unknown valleys of my mind

I break through the void

I distinguish between road forks

I become one with time

And place


I exist in an ebb and flow through time

Parked here

Partly to serenade

Partly to understand

But fully to find an apt copilot


Time is a diversion

Fear is akin to practicality

For they were both formed

 By the big boss men