From Metropolis to Polis

A coastal swim.        
Senses deranged        
  from our floundering spirits          
struggling in shallow water.          
         
A Pakistani blossom drive        
  then home          
to 20 bottles of red wine and dreams.          
         
Beautiful minds stroll        
  right on through the room          
where in moonlight drowning          
we unsettle the maggots          
by staring the darkness out            
as an inclement anabasis        
   weaves itself          
around the cleft-palate          
we invisibly seek to hide.          
         
And we seek to hide          
  to seek again          
we muster our strength when found          
  when found          
shipwrecked on the dormitory floor          
or in showers          
drenched and un-vilified          
we wonder whose turn it had been         
to have uncorked the bottle          
and let the ghost out this time.          
         
We hung our towels out to dry yesterday          
it was a humid day I seem to remember          
  humid enough        
for us to keep shaking our shirts          
every 10 seconds or so.          
         
We watched 'Icarus' from Judea          
dive 40 feet from a cliff into the sea          
   then we ate ham with humus and tomatoes          
then we hung our towels out to dry.