Even if my birdsong-alarm
pulls me gently from my sleep
I praise myself lucky
that signs of my body’s
disintegration have faded
over night.
I may sense again a workable
body pleasant enough
to face libido-charged Alma –
She entices my own libido
or whatever is left.
At 7 am Monday morn’
a short walk in fog and
darkness – it pays to be
early at Dr. W’s practice
never mind all moans from
an irritated spouse
and I wish to leave as fast as
I possibly can
longing for my personal
freedom
I’ve left behind on an island
in the Ionian Sea.
zoltanzelan
ZJG-Poetry’15.