No use to be stirred
by her comments
about your snoring.
You know that age
had crept up and
you tire early afternoons.
Bad choice to force
togetherness
she indicates rubbing up
pushing her thighs
rhythmically at your bums.
But libido has left her and
returns to you only
during the night.
Tonight you have to go
to your offered dorm
by Mrs IRA
so Mrs B could tend to
her chain making jewelry
pearl and coral.
The artist does only mind
the full light
so he takes to the road.
With a musky smelling bus
the tourist crowded subway
he steps out at Stephansplatz
into the baking heat.
The famous Square occupied
y a sea of visitors and he seeks
the shaded side streets
to head toward the A/F
on Judenplatz.
Yet tonight to Red Tower Street
where he takes a lodging
for the next five days.
ROT.TOR
zoltanzelan
©ZJG-POetry’17.