The poet travels to town
On a 401 bus
Now and then looking up
Noticing shop signs as
Markers for the route
In his conscious doused by
Humidity
That drowns his alertness.
Leopoldsberg ahead
A wondrous time
Swathed in the stupor of
Repetitive traveling
The same trodden route.
Downtown’s towers
On the horizon
Clouds are arranged
As for a movie set
July.
Traffic’s lame grid
Scent of poisoned incense
Nußdorf.
One Night in Beijing offers
Buffet meals.
Shop signs fly past in more
Grouped densities
Women showing off
Huge derrieres
Shopping bags.
Karl-Marx-Hof complex
Stretches along the entire
Last stop.
REPEAT.TAEPER
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’19.