On a Plane

I've lost my kephi
What to do?
Don't even want to talk to you,
When normally it's bittersweet
To taste foreign linguistic treat;
But now without
I little care
That feelings good or bad aren't there.
Then faced with such dishonesty
I make amends with my kephi.

Proud happenstance alights me o'er the world.
Distraction quarrels with my private isle.
The waves of chatter buffet solitude,
Now pondering the deeds I must enact:
An ancient store of lithine-scratched decrees
Is pushed aside by new Hellenic speak;
The hand-in-hand gemine discovery
Of self and city seen sans precedent
That demands quick renew'l of former tongue,
A Thursday night fatigue sternly impedes.
Which now makes promise also this event
To Overshadow ere my ink is spent.