Hubris

Dedicated to the One I Love

September 5, 2011 /

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 have to say.

“Hot of the Press”

Jolted

from still one more slow in-
tense reading

of a hard, demanding article
on Williams’ Spring and All

by my wife’s shrill
come here quickly,

I shoot down
the stairs thinking

something’s surely up,
only to find her

waiting, arms folded, looking
coolly at me from behind

a stack of freshly ironed
still steaming laundry,

her face beaming,
good news all around.

“Wrath”

Unknowingly

Crushed,
Almost

Suffocated

By my wife’s pillow,
The badly

Bruised innocent
Centipede surfaces

And retaliates

And stings her fore-
Head good. She

Springs from deep sleep, strikes back
Blindly this time sees

She finishes the job off
Good.

 

“My Lady”

I swear no matter what
Dish she deigns to set

Down before me, each has that taste
Of the impalpable

That imparts nothing
But her precious

Grace.

 

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MELIGALAS Greece—(Weekly Hubris)—9/5/11—Well, Elizabeth Abalena Rebecca Boleman-Herring, <a href = “http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/You_Asked_for_It”>”You Asked for It!”</a> And whatever my Publishing-Editor wants, she gets—in this case, an audio of yours truly praising his muse. Now if she and Dean decide to drop by the “Milk and Honey House” when in Hellas, who knows what my muse will prepare for them.

Vassilis Zambaras According to such reliable inside sources as The Weekly Hubris’s Publishing-Editor, VazamBam aka Vassilis Zambaras is all of the following, and more, in an order no one can vouchsafe as definitive: a publishing poet who writes every day of his life; a hugely successful father (and a not-so-very-successful local political candidate); a professor of English as a Foreign Language, with portfolio; a Renaissance Man of many skills, useful and not-so; a fount of information about his particular corner of his birth country; an unstable and utterly unique mix of Greek and American, American and Greek; and the man fortunate and wily enough to have made off with Messenia’s loveliest and most talented local daughter as his child bride. Besides being all the aforementioned, other more dubious sources have also reported seeing him hanging out at the corner of vazambam.blogspot.com—in the guise of a “new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer’s block.” Author Photo: Pericles Boutos

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