Sunday’s shouting match

Of a warring couple

Poet and fashionista

The swollen Weidling brook

Took toward the Danube.

Usually –

Threats fell like heavy rain

And soaked the poet’s garb

Ridiculed by the fashionista

Spouse

Who thought life might

Turn-out more amenable

To her at an advanced age

Than to her artistic spouse.

The more she hammers him

With pedantic matters

The more she loses him

But he knows she’ll never

Leave him

Having saved her life

All he would care for

Is for more respect.

In Vienna the poet is given

A wide bed at the Red Tower

Licking his wounds from

A domestic fight

Getting him back to life.

Her spiked mental boot

Hurts more than

Physical pain

He follows up with an

Expression in his art.

 

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’18.