Songs at 4 am - a poem by Chris Zachariou

It's the twentieth of December.
The Jewish minstrel strummed
his chords at 4 am and nailed me
to the stave in every minor scale.

The old fool - a poem by Chris Zachariou

The London Yellow Circle Line 

I'm shackled on the Circle Line
rereading the same adverts all the time.
There are all kinds of people on the train.
Many sleep, some stare into space
and many more grin like startled fools.