When you may only find a bus seat
facing the mighty retaining wall
of the base of Kahlenberg mountain
against the general road to Vienna
Your eyes however will rest on the
sloping greens for a while –
Time to consolidate one’s energies
sapped by the constant monologue
of Mrs B that are like rainy days
when she lectures the poet about
duties of an attentive husband
who should anticipate the
need of arising housework for his turn.
A broken record since three years
that experiences a turn of tables
just as she had anticipated for herself.
Without forcing a hand
the poet admires Mrs IRA
Who more and more takes toward him-
The man.
Look at this she says
holding a small round box at me:
‘Olla, especially for the spoiled
man’ it’s noted on the box
use water before you put it on
and afterwards too.
Hah! It’s amusing indeed.
She found the box at an ancient
Remington typewriter.
You have to keep it at the Museum
the poet told her
yet she might have other ideas.
The poet uses the same white lies
as Mrs IRA uses
protecting her and staff
from getting grilled by the boss-
far too much otherwise.
The poet knows that Mrs IRA
wishes to travel to Afrique du Sud
and would like his company.
Guess that could be done
but there would be consequences.
Sipping Gösser Märzen ice cold
at Espresso Heiligenstadt
near a glazed wall toward the tracks
trains continue rattling from and into
the holding end bays.
The music from Ö3 radio plays loud
popular music.
Time ticks by slowly marked by the
rhythmic coming and going of train
suspended in a strange interspace.
PROST.TSORP
zoltanzelan
©ZJG-POetry’17.
