I wake for a second –
Out of a dream
dogs fornicating –
A young chap has
just screwed my wife
who? It’s me?
I did not recognize
my former well-built
shell of a golden boy.
She moans – but not
from pleasure
turned horse whisperer
snake charmer…
My body ‘s wide awake.
I hear complaints and
her angst she harbours
coming of age
drying up skin
like oven dried prunes.
Yet steely and tough
a boat on high seas
coping for survival.
I recall having discussed
necessary preps for
one’ own death
she shies away from
such musings.
I unscrew the filter
on the water tap
while the kettle heats up
and hot water will be
ready for tea.
It’s humid. I wish to be
on the Isle of Crete
where Great Gran had
once eloped from.
His name still features
on a village’s signboard
close to the university
of Heraklion’s campus.
At SOMA I collect some
groceries
dark bread and chocolate
but coffee – it has to be
Illy coffee –
from the supermarket
nearby.
It started raining continually
my head covered
and the goods in a holdall
and carrier bag.
Time to go and get on the
bus 241.
Nema.ameN
zoltanzelan
©ZJG-POetry’17.
