I Love a Girl

I Love a Girl

I love a girl

She lives on whims

Sometimes distorted

Yet always true

Dedicated

Emancipated

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I love a girl

I know but for five days

She understands my soul

I feel dependent

Yes, independent

We count the raindrops

On the window

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The pane on a lonely sill

Trying to keep insipid maggots away

I swear I saw her smile

I swear she had stopped crying

She was still rosy and thin

Like a girlfriend; just out of a coma

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Pain while leaning on the window sill

It’s turned to mundane thoughts

Of boring tranquility

The kind that takes away creativity

That’ll keep your ear from being accidentally cut off

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I love a girl

And she loves me

We’re both living in serendipity

Our lives

Our works

Our sweet temporary madness

We paint on an empty easel-less board

We write our thoughts on a chalkboard

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And that’s the story of our creative life

When turned off, it’s hedonistic

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I love a girl

As much as I should

I know she loves me

Loves me for good

(C) Ted Kouretas 2018

Main post photo: Ted Kouretas — Park Bench in Autumn Leaves (Montreal, 2018)

Photo below: Ted Kouretas — Prostitute Row (Psirri, Athens, 2017)

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A Word from the Moribund

A Word from the Moribund

(C) Ted Kouretas 2018

Beautiful day

Got away again

Even the salty sea smell of a cool Mediterranean June morning

can’t help these aching overused joints

Tombs

That’s the only sure thing in life

From Pharaohs

Greek gods

Some bigger, some smaller

But tombs are the only sure thing in life

No havens for them

Even the oligarchs won’t breathe or dream in them

She walks ahead of me

Patient yet frustrated

The humidity blinds me

The heat on my shoulders renders me slower

I never liked the heat

Now I loathe the sun

I look for clouds

I look for shade

Taxes paid

Worries gone

If I were 40 now, I’d……

Fucking cherries from the sky

Alas, it’s no use

Little boys and littler girls

The wind hitting their backs

The stamina

As they run here and jump there

I exist as a body

As space taken

Full of wisdom

Intact

Compact

Wisdom tells me I’m evaporating

Being sucked up

Even if I drink 2 litres of water a day

She’s back with our snacks

On nice chairs we sit

Big umbrellas

Red bikini with little material on her hairless body

She says something and I smile, feign understanding

I’m a pathetic old fool

Smiling like a child with a yellow lollipop

I look at even younger women than her

She notices and feels bad

I continue punishing the beautiful young woman that loves me

Because I’m an old creep

With no morals

Iconoclast Effigy

Iconoclast Effigy

(C) Ted Kouretas 2018

The sand burns

Hot to the touch

Like all the sculptures of me and you

All the neophyte eulogies preaching selflessness

Political correctness, neoliberalism, and the like

You know…

A politically correct image

Of myself

Not of something sexier to look at

Or something a bit cuter

Of someone a bit happier in their naivete

Blessed be the young at heart

For mine is an old soul, deserving of an effigy

The picture will still be there

But my soul will be gone

More than it already is

It will go beyond nocturnal affiliations

Political realms

Naked bodies sinning

It will go beyond the hedonistic

It will be destroyed and lose its iconoclastic status

But it will mummify into the perverse

Black dripping orchids will surround it

With dungeon shouts

And finally, a semblance of normality

Defy

Recreate

Replenish

Multiply

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

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

Oh

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

Attrition

From “A Fine Line “

Late spring

Lilac season almost done

Still light at 8:00

Yet the routine kills

—————

Lavender dreams

Weekend spas

Flowers blooming

Pantiless, in the grass

——————-

You have nothing if you have loneliness

Especially if you’re a sweet soul

Never understood

Appreciated by very few

———————

She smells the flowers

Rejoices

Enjoys her lone splendour

Still in the nest

———————

Attrition is difficult

We’re used to being alone

Crying ourselves to sleep

———————

We bathe in the goodness of newfound friends

Try to let go of the past

But cry sometimes

To feel better

———————

Gimme ten minutes of happiness

For a day of sadness

A fair deal

It’s so delightful

Liberating

————————

My dear

Uncover your facade

Lose your constant giving

Receive some admiration

—————————

I study your face

That wicked half-smile

Hiding all your woes

What I would give to make that smile real

Sincere

To liberate your spirit

Untire your bones

Your emotional baggage

Lift you up

Watch you levitate

That unbearable lightness….

——————–

I write as I wake before dawn

Feeling you

Knowing we’ll meet

Embrace

Kiss

In such an unforced, natural way

With complete freedom

We co-exist

——————

There’s so much to adjustment

But I trust your judgement

And if all that happens stays only in my head

It shall have to be enough

———————–

Attrition

Escape

Freedom

They have found us

At a later age

But we’re eternally young

Copyright Ted Kouretas 2014

Epiphanies

From “A Fine Line “

Life hasn’t been so kind
Loop after loop

Hurdle on top of hurdle

Fake news

Imaginary dichotomies

———–

Things make no sense until they do

Reality seems unreachable

We walk the mortal coil

In the lap of feigned luxury

On porn sites

In executive board meetings

In big cars

At sports events

We walk

We trudge

We recoil

We lose our smile

Eventually

Till our next affair

———-

Happiness comes not in a pill

It’s gained by chance

By coming in touch with our solitude

And accepting the existence of now

The peace that has been lonely since we

were kids

We wash our soul’s tears away

Yet we’ve been hurt too many times

———–

Co-existence is the fruit of experience

It is beyond cherry orchards

Or strawberry fields

It is the undefined “it”

That perfect moment

In synchronicity

When all is in the right place

The skies

The spirits

They’re all balanced

And you start enjoying reality
Copyright Ted Kouretas 2017

Once in a While, When I Believe in God 

Miracles once trite

Fortunes forgotten 

Tundra’s melting 

Yet you need your dreams

Your oases in the panic

———— 

Sight and fury

Blood and seals 

Hell hath no harmony

Bareboned our soul walks

———— 

Take on the burden

Heal the pain

Dry her tear

Take her away

You gotta believe

It’ll come someday

You gotta believe 

Beyond the frozen rain

———– 

Love at first sight repels

Quells 

Muddies the toiled ground

Emits murderous rage

Hardens the heart

———— 

How else can I bear the pain

Lick her tears away

She’s off

High and away

You gotta believe 

Believe in miracles 

In love

In you 

You and her

Together

You gotta believe you’ll be together

There’s no other way

It heals the pain 

———— 

Through the dark forest

Your hate subsides 

You kneel

Arms reaching for the sky

You quell the pain 

Beyond the frozen rain 

You go longer need to believe in miracles 

For you are 

Finally 

In your miracle 

The miracle of love

That separates night and day 

The word I use once in a while 

When fleetingly believing in a God of some sort
Copyright Ted Kouretas 2016

Droplets of Sanity 

From “A Fine Line “

Feigned death has curious company

All with ice cream cones

And green tea sorbet on them

————

Feigned life is quite different

Everyone’s there

From waking up

To falling asleep

You see them

All the dumb

Naive, iignorant perhaps

They go about their routine

Their chores

Responsibilities

Then you realise

Suddenly sadly

That you’re one of them

Part of the tribe of stupid

And you panic

Take a pill

Rest

And build up your strength

To become dumb again

Copyright Ted Kouretas 2016