He split himself into
Varied personalities:
Z the man who desires
physical love.
ZG the artist who searches
for the perfect drawing
expressing his mood.
ZJG the poet who contributes
his journal poetry
to WordPress.
All others are shadow
sub-characters in the game
varying in importance
and weighting.
Due to the tasks –
an art assistant –
that are menial to himself
but important to the
entrepreneur
he is serving to
he tires faster every day.
His breaks at a small round
bronze painted table
his view toward the rear
of Mr Lessing’s bronze
statue dressed in an
elongated coat
his right leg tired from its
elevated resting point.
The air of late summer
wafts thru’ the square
warming up the cold
atmosphere of paintings
depicting life at Auschwitz.
A short shower of fright
shakes the poet
just like the casual visitor
or the young students from
California USA.
Time for closing shop
the last visitors gone and
Mr T has trouble getting
hold of himself
having told the story of
his family taken prisoners
by the Nazis for the
hundreds of time.
The poet leaves for his
offered retreat
to cleanse himself thru’
spurts of creativity
from the ghosts of the past
from the cobwebs of triviality.
Three men in 1 Body.
zoltanzelan
©ZJG-POetry’17.
