My body drifts like
white dandelion seed
my mind still sharpens
a journal poet’s drizzle
of words
my innermost spirit
in overdrive.
In a daily trot of commuting
I play the 239 bus
for adequate words.
Besides a daily escape
from a spouse’s clutches
makes it worth my while.
Loose count of days
in the Sea of Same
for more than two
generations.
Life’s a laugh and it should
not bear down its inherent
sadness on us.
Avoid bad news and live
in ignorance?
Don’t make yourself mad
take a step at a time.
The window in which
I’m allowed to live and
prepare my creative work
is though restricted
Commanded by the spoils
of Mr T – he’ll pass them on
to me in his chosen time.
But thanks to the smile
of elfin Nica and her
fine vibe connections
to Mrs I.R.
this continuation of
life’s restlessness
that drives all members
of the A/F in pre-selected
movements across the
chessboard of life
we call coincidences
yet just as there is a
mastermind behind the
universe with its giant wheel:
Thus all our fates are driven
living with our temporary
appearance on the blue planet.
Earth. Htrae.
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’17.