Nothing to expect from B
Peace treaties last only as long
As she determines when the
Irritating behavior of her spouse
Annoys her:
Warming up food in the kitchen
Without extensive ventilation
By opening the window wide.
Listening to music donning
Headphones
Whereby ignoring her scalding
Monologues.
Looking at sexy women and
Drawing his artwork accordingly.
Showering too long and being
Aroused in the titillating flow
Of single spays.
Perhaps living here in a kind of
Exile.
I feel not happy but I am locked-in
To the system of unemployed
The ignored artist
Poet
Designer
Except for Mrs IRA.
The air in the 33m2 bedsitter
Seems to be poisoned by extreme
Dust development
Sand on the soles of our shoes.
B thinks it is from the cement works
In the industrial area nearby.
It’s like sand thrown into our eyes
Every time we have to go and buy
Groceries
Six bus stops away.
Transformation of Eros depicted.
Great detail of intimate parts of
Human bodies
Will build-up to autoerotic
Experiences.
The verbal spinning wheel of one’s
Spouse will thread the carpet
The artist will lie upon and
Float into his magical world
Of instant creation.
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’18.
