If Mr T does not amble
down to the A/F today
the artist Z has to go
and visit his domicile.
Bring along DVD’s
letters to prospective
sponsors
in German and English
plus reference add’s to
websites
postcards from artist A.F’s
drawings and fifteen white
envelopes plus
his fav ice cream.
The heat of the city’s late
afternoon
radiating from the cobbles
cooks us like fast food
lulls our brains into slumber.
By five pm the artist’s eye
fell into an anthill
the crafty pharmacist’s help
saves it from its itchy-witchy
helplessness.
Puff. Money rules.
I’ll help my street-wise friend
to print some money
even in smaller denominations.
No way cash ‘ll be abandoned
according to him.
You must love what you are
doing. He laughs aloud.
My meager earnings I spend
in the pharmacy and bakery.
God protect and god bless
our Emperor Franz…
The music sounds from a
nearby souvenir shop
selling memorabilia like
hot buns.
Servus.suvreS
zoltanzelan
©ZJG-POetry’17.
