The forth day
of the new year: what better day
to journey East, flower-bound?
The Piraeus Lion radiant as Baldr,
believing itself to be invulnerable.
Time is teaching it drawn-out lessons,
soon to take one last bow before the
crowd caught in Loke’s fishing net.
Venetians, washed-up con-artists
botching the art of murder and
rehearsing forgetfulness, way
overboard if seeking validation.
The forth wall prays and weeps:
the perils of ‘true’ friendship,
of golden hypocrisy, of sweet hubris.
Everything is only for a day,