Into a pleasant morn’
the techy-guy brings
a new box for better
TV reception
but our TV fails entirely.
No way to receive receptions
whatever might happen.
B is up in arms
not being consulted
for a new TV –
Not true – she only forgot.
She’ll accept nothing
not even my effort
to buy a new TV
as she will not pay for it.
She’ll boxed herself off
reality and wishes to run
her own life only on her
own terms.
I do not stop her
but she acts confused
murmurs continually
her anger
while she cleans the floors.
The moment we are distant
she’s able to communicate.
I’m not accepted as her
as her living-in mate
after 47 years any longer
but there’s no way she’ll
be ever able to live in her
own flat
unless she’ll find a new mate.
I doubt that.
For now: Living under one roof
kills both our creativity
besides the ongoing traffic.
The car repair shop nearby
will kill her peace.
I’ll be impossible for her
creating new fashion jewelry.
Welcome Duke for your great
Jazz through headphones
offloaded from YouTube.
EKUD.
zoltanzelan ©ZJG-POetry’17
