Day Ninety

General Security

The day I thought I was gonna be denied exit from Lebanon

and wished it happened.

I waited three months for the day my visa expires

and a day before it did

I was wishing it just did.

That way

I wouldn't have to exit the country.

Yet I booked a flight and now 

had to

go to General Security 

for that exit stamp.

Crazy thing to do on a rainy day like this one.

Not even God wanted me to go.

[Cypriot translated & paraphrased way to say

God is crying with me/for this]

I sit in the corridor,

waiting,

for my faith to be decided by the all-male staff 

in army uniforms.

I'm very smily today

and happy.

I look around and it hits me;

how much I'm gonna miss this

disorganised

layed-back

unpredictable

setting.

'Elin

fadale'.

He gives me my stamped passport.

Now I have to go.

They're closing anyway.

--

Last night 

and the grand Hummozapiens

are out.

I'm on my way there

but Mals and I take a detour.

We go to another bar

where I tell the barman guy that I'm leaving tomorrow.

Next to that bar,

another barman friend tells me his mind trips

as I say I'm leaving.

God is still crying about this

and the old bar owner agrees with me.

Jimmy,

an awesome man.

It feels weird to go to

what has become 

your neighbourhood

and say you're leaving.

To where yeane?