Rucksack packed
Vitamin pills swallowed
Blood pressure measured
Beret. Shawl. Leather coat
Sunglasses
Unlock front door
He says good-bye to his spouse
Who doesn’t respond.
Exit one step up into dusty
Gravel split yard.
Lock entrance door.
Maybe she’s still upset –
The poet muses –
About yesterday’s meeting
In a realty office in Dresdner
Street
But moving up in the world
Of suitable accommodation
Requires a good and steady
Income
Yet excellent design is usually
Appreciated by true artists.
But who will pay for it?
Ask your friends – she said.
The poet had to laugh out
So loud
He pushed his coffee all over
The high glossy catalogue.
His good intention to play
Along with his spouse as long
As he could find a way to
Avoid a noose around his neck.
Yet it all stopped at Café
De’l Opera in Vienna with
A generous meal and the poet
Had to load off tension while
Joking with Luigi the gregarious
Waiter.
After that the poet and his
Spouse took the train towards
The City of Saints
With his spouse exiting at
Vienna Midway
Having to swallow the poet’s
Perspective of reality
She had lost while dreaming
Of a wondrous flat
They cannot afford.
Back at the temporary home
Without a valid contract
Hopefully the major will be
Helpful to sort out
One way or another.
The poet foresees a painful
Split
While arranging an alternative
Affordable rental agreement
With the city of KLNBG.
While his spouse will stay
Dissatisfied
But then she lives her own
Illusion.
ILLUSION.NOISULLI
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ZJG-POetry’19.
