TE17 Mysterious Montenegro

Four Poems

he ashes his cigarette in the plastic ashtray snatched long ago from a club in Halkidiki on the ashtray there’s the club’s name - it’s called ARGO “Synchronicity?” I am asking him “a causal connection between the events?”

“Lol, no” He says “it’s merely a phantasmagoria.”

Dreamy me recalls the first constructed ship in its prow – a talking piece of sacred timber renders prophecies I remember Greek heroes Jason, Heracles, the Dioscuri and Orpheus…

The all-seeing eye And search for the golden fleece

My mouth is dry I feel my heart pounding What’s Borislav Pekic doing in my dream?!

He acts as if that’s totally ok I mean, you know

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