1.
A facebook friend and I
have learned that we had
twenty friends each –
Send me this quote:
To live is to fight with
friends
in the vaults of the soul.
To write is to sit in
judgement with oneself.
(Ibsen).
Let the sleeping jester lie.
(zz).
2.
So, I lived a hum-drum life
beside my profession, to design
and to build an environment.
Home to sleep and eat
at times to care for my spouse
who became seriously ill.
Instead of correcting my life
I ran forward.
Met A
who ran forward too
and we flew into each other’s
arms.
To love someone next to
your spouse
will hurt your spouse and
you’ll have pangs of guilt.
I didn’t have.
Or so I felt at the time.
Only later I realized
the pain of losing a lover
whereby losing myself.
The pain would certainly
have killed me if it wasn’t
for Joe and facebook friends
but it wasn’t for B.
The good-bye from A
rolled tears down her cheek
along the skin of my
inner bodyline –
Love is like death –
She said.
Belated I should cry.
3.
On Wednesday eve
when B prepares her fruit
she bought at SAM
while I listen to Wynton Marsalis
she hands me the SAM-pass
she had renewed.
I see that I have been denoted
to take second place on the
back page.
Just like once a mean colleague
in an architect’s firm
tried to take my place for a
new job he desired
but the owner had appointed
me to run it. WOW!
Never mind –
I had a notion why she –
in her delicate physically
condition would go out
when it rained cats and dogs –
to take common matters
into her own hands?
Not that important to me
but for poetry & art
she couldn’t replace me.
NO CHANCE.
REPLACE.ECALPER
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’17.
