Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

my life is a tale of woe,
my woman... that's another story
markos, your bouzouki,
takis - the baglamas,
tonight, we roll our troubles
like dice upon the green baize
we will pass around the bowl
the hashish smoke ribbons and curls
roza dances,
her finger cymbals giggle
they laugh!
she sings the songs of smyrna
and dances with my heart

you may be Greek thru & thru, Dino, but you're a Mongolian at heart

the yellow peril is ok with me

i can see you there dino
shoving drachmas into brassieres

but seriously
these are the situations when i fantasize about time travel

it was cool coming of age in the 60's, but...........................................................

i like this- nice adventure-

drachma shoving?
plate smashing?
dance the smyrna jive

I drove thru New Smyrna
My favorite belly dancer
by my side
Beach bound w/boogie boards
Golden dog in tow
We found 4 wheel Xstacy in those
raging sands
She made new friends & drank her
cheap red wine throughout those
scorching daze
Swimming she was like a vision, till our skins
rippled in those summer waves......

those surfboards
wax and salt
waves ripping on the inside
barreling tubing crashing flying
they smoked so much weed- and ate homeground organic foods all day long
surfer boys got bento plates
soy sause and red peppers
oil and water-

the best heat on the body
smiling dancing with fish
spalshing
wet
keep it wet
sand
everywhere