poet & friend

midweek/ time flies.

mr t. isn’t always ‘en garde’

definitely today earlier up

as usual.

first motion – open up his

laptop –

there’s always a celebration

in the digital world:

lots of laughter about some

e-mail hackers

who demand thru’ fabricated

stories

substantial money transfers

if you happen to be without

dementia

you’ll never fall for such an

extortionary-impudence

trickster.

for the sensual artist/

the innermost conscious poet/

who discards idiocy/

he-who lives within his stanzas

sleeps sweet dreams

in the lair of his muse

in the princely clouds of his

elevated mind

where wise humans never

tread

but wise humans never fall

in love.

now then.

a morning’s flight above

the roofs of vienna’s core.

now.won

zoltanzelan

zjg-poetry’20.

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