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.
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ZJG-POetry’18.