At the pool, morning time
Breakfast et’, gathers the tribe
Sun worshippers, topless, like a symbol
of freedom given to them by
fiery star god up high.
All shapes all sizes all styles all comers
all winners in tit sag competition
The jangly danglers sexless in freedom
sun basting bare breasts
watch them cook, microwave like
old and wrinkled before their time
but, hell, nice and brown!
Sad night previous made us cry
gave us nightmares and stupid dreams
into the high flying nightlife
where Greek men look the girls up and down
and only talk to men about anything
and here bars line each street
menus in English and German
and only locals here touting on the road,
driving Mercedes taxis or sat sadly
on upturned boxes, wtching life’s decay
everywhere awash with white t-shirts
music a-booming, too loud to talk
and we feel like were in a bad acid trip
not our scene, not with our knowledge
not with our age, tho’ we are not too old
but that they are too young to understand
they bury themselves in deluges of alcohol
and one-day love affairs where they
watch the world die, together
sitting on verandahs, long cocktails
too drunk to notice or even care
1994ever 