The tears are hiding behind <br /> the corners of his eyes, <br /> welling but held at bay. <br /> <br />The days are swelling <br /> like the dead porpoise <br /> shot in the head. <br /> <br />Rarely...meaning so much... <br /> from love to good steak, <br /> to your streak of good luck. <br /> <br />And I dreamed Zorba the Greek <br /> said to me, 'If you eat grapes <br /> you're left with the stems. <br /> <br />I'm left with the days of my life <br /> and the grapes have all gone down <br />And all I have left <br /> are seeds and stems.<br /><br />Midnights Voice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zorba/
