Who are you? - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Who are you?

Dark purple, green and black

these are your colours of today.

But where is your light blue dress

and where is the child's laughter?

Together we reached for Parnassus.

Admit it, you know how much alike we are.

And weren't we both agitated pondering

on such an unlikely friendship?

A Shameless thief - a poem by Chris Zachariou

a prostitute - Picasso

Waking up from a drunken stupor

she looks around her shabby room.

Ashtrays full, plates piled in the sink

and a mattress with soiled bed sheets

—her faithful and trusted servants—

torn from years of loveless coupling.

Lips unlocked - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Arkansas butterfly

Across the ocean
in a country far away
a moth cocooned
works night and day
forging exquisite silk