Lost In Athens

Lost in Athens Athens confusing in august, what with the heat and pollution I had spent The night sitting on a park bench, looking at a white wall on a tall building lit up by moonlight and I had waited for a movie to begin. Forenoon, staggered into a church, joined a queue, a priest was handing out bags of sweet cakes, the old lady behind got none since she had been in the line three times. I ate a cake and gave the rest to the lady. Grateful she ate the rest blew up the bag and hit it against a tree and we were surrounded by an anti terrorist squad. The old lady, a known would be terrorist, she had been blowing up paper bag all over the town, was arrested, they were going to arrest me too since I had supplied the bag, but since I was a tourist they let me go with dire warning. Deep in the park I found a grotto, walked in and saw baby Jesus inside a looked like an aquarium, he looked like a dead angel as painted by Caravaggio, Jesus opened his eyes smiled like a street urchin and began masturbating, chocked I took a step back and collided with two nuns who laughed hysterically. Escaped the park and found a cellar cafe drank some ouzo served by a women who looked like horse; she was a pony that had escaped from a Swedish circus. We hit it off I have always been fond of horses, especially since according to an Indian chief in, an Alice walker’s poem said that they make the landscape more pretty. Midnight she closed her bar and we bareback we rode through the moonlit August night.