Costas Evangelatos The Room
                  The curiosity of death encircles me.
                  I want you.
    I
    Empty room.
    Shadows of life and dreams.
    Night of rape, trapped
    Room irrevocably lost.
    II
    Heaps of papers, underwear, books
    Bodies and bedsheets full of holes
    Cheap luggage, degenerate days
    Nailed memories I alone nailed.

    Chaste body of adolescent morning
    Plans, thoughts, fistfuls of sperm
    Soldier passions, barbarous Gods
    Atmosphere of truth revealed.

    Cruel joy, anguished march
    Unhesitating night, poignant vision
    Shameless souls dressed in crimson
    Pale shadows I alone created.

    III
    Cowardly lips and hands outstretched
    Act as liturgy, youth as mania
    Upright phallos of a string trio
    Trick of death, bed of sensuality.

    Sacred shudder, magnetic needle
    Day-and0night spasms of a wise creation
    Sensitive curves of momentary syllables
    Tender gully on a gunboat firmament.

    Eros as altar, Eros as law
    Arms as pincers, columnar legs
    Chest as phantation, forest of resign
    Magnetic tongue between thighs.

    IV
    Unsubjugated life, love now gone
    Liquidated friendship, female virtue
    Simultaneous estrangement and fatigue
    Goodbye ideal face, untamed passion

    Multiple love, unrestrained erection
    Torrential love, adolescent battalion
    Stallion love, indomitable darkness
    Love Love as an escape coming.

    Poem as witness, mute mirror
    Poem as the price of perishable grief
    Published poem of naked pain
    Living poem of life's epigram

    V
    Empty room

      Closed door
        Life begged-for
         
          Tomorrow a lie
            As always and before
              Days plunged into chaos.
Costas Evangelatos