Zipping in and out of focus
taking us in and out of city life’s
bowels
below the hot-plate squares
of history.
Sitting on the sunny side at
morning’s commuting train
smells of Jasmin. Aluminum.
Dew covered flowering
garden seats
touching of legs
bumping into each other
rushing toward sweethearts
friends and to ice cream shops
standing in queue for a special
roll. Walnut- Kipferl. Mohnbeugerl
Sushi or Maki.
Buy a can of beer or two
on the way home
after a hectic afternoon
taking knocks from the noveau riche
and esoteric arrogance
listen to Chick Corea’s Electric Band
heading to the WU-country side
in the city’s rush hour
insensitive to heat and sweaty smells
breathing the so called ‘fresh air’
of a diesel fume trenched village
on a thoroughfare
close windows and doors
sink into a sub-standard bed.
Have we turned incompatible
like cat and dog?
What has one gained with all
EVOL lost?
zoltanzelan
ZJG-Poetry’16.
