Author Archives: Vassilis Zambaras

VazamBam by Vassilis Zambaras [Click to play audio] “Worry Beads 1, Rat Race 2” With each click, there’s Supposed to be one less Clack to worry about— So why’s this string Of boxcars still Racing down the track? “Work It Out” Fat chance— Your mind’s like A broken down exercise Bike. “Wise Old Bird” Sunset’s […]

 VazamBam By Vassilis Zambaras [Click to play audio] “To My Heart, Dead Set in Its Ways” Hear me out, however late Or hard it may be— Do not let my crime of not listening Make you an accessory.   “Moot” The inexplicit Light comes and changes Everything When it leaves For crying out loud, don’t […]

VazamBam by VassilisZambaras [Click to play audio] “A Somewhat Prosaic Love Poem” My wife’s forever after me To tell her what I’m writing Day after day; when I look at her And tell her I have nothing to say, I see the way she looks at me Has everything, everything to do With what I […]

VazamBam by VassilisZambaras Click to watch video Meligalas Greece—(Weekly Hubris)—8/15/11—Believe it or not, this linguistically gifted, high-achiever of a mighty big mouse jumped from LOWER level to HIGHER—an ordeal usually requiring anywhere from 180 to 360 classroom teaching hours—after only 60 hours of intensive language instruction at one of the many RAT RACE SCHOOLS OF […]

VazamBam by Vassilis Zambaras “Closed, You Klutzes” You say____ know A healthy____ Leads to a____ mind And ____-versa but   I ask all____ you out There clamoring to___ in- Doors____ of the driving rain, Why   Would ____body With an open____ choose To exercise it In a____ gym?   [Please fill in the blanks and […]

VazamBam by VassilisZambaras “God on How to Get Rid of Warts and Other Disgusting Stigmata” Toady one, do not sit and prattle— Go wash your hands clean In this, my blessed hollow Oak tree trunk filled with holy Heavenly piddle and pray you Do not return to tattle.   “Lesson in Piety” Observe, my child, […]

VazamBam by Vassilis Zambaras “Bestiality in the Badlands, circa 1958” (Scripps) Round Rushmore Stark weather— In Tinseltown, another Heart crushed Bunny’s bleeding but Claude Hopper’s hitch— Cock’s not wholly Above Suspicion.   “All-American Road Rage” Fill up with white lightnin’, dude— Get blue in the face See red run one last red Light after that […]

VazamBam by Vassilis Zambaras “Aubade” Aye to this Thin waning crescent In early morning sky, Gone by The morrow, which gleaming Sickle is to glean Which mourned-for eye? “Apparition” Now it’s clear that white- Bearded coughing old Man my bike almost ran over Holding a sickle in his right hand and dangling A fag from […]

VazamBam by Vassilis Zambaras The Lawless Years: Urchins on their home turf, armed to the teeth and dressed to kill, First Street, Raymond, Washington, circa1949-50. From left to right, Billy (Squint-eyed Kid) Zambaras, six years old, flaunting his intimidating, fearsome mien in the face of the blinding, winter light; Christos (Ladybird Killer) Zambaras, eleven, notorious […]

VazamBam by Vassilis Zambaras MELIGALAS Greece—(Weekly Hubris) —4/11/11—In lieu of my usual fare and because we’re still trying to recover from being burgled about two weeks ago (and still foolishly hoping to recover the money and stolen goods—including my laptop, with all the files that I had stupidly enough forgotten to save to my external […]