The Bionic Artist

Two days absolute peace

And quiet

The body fixed on the

Glass table in the room

Facing ‘Tuchlauben’

The soul on a creative flight

Above Vienna

One night before a cataract

Operation on my right eye.

 

How much did I neglect

The operation until now.

I had grabbed the opportunity

Of having my hip joints

Put back into working order

Mrs IRA called a depository

Of metal parts:

Mesh across a hernia

Left and right cataracts

Left and right hip joint

Replacements.

 

The bionic artist is set-up anew

To work without complaints

Of vision deficiency

And the constant arthrosis

Problems that caused pain

In movements

Looking ahead into a good

Future of creative art.

 

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’18.

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