dustup

the poet prefers working

late night

and rise later at morn’s

refreshed once seven hours

of time passed

energies thru’ any kind of love

bursting into the stack of words

assembled during the night

so – there couldn’t be any pain

at all snapping at his heels

that plague the muse

that plague the spouse

and if she asks for cups of fresh

brewed coffee italian style

that’ll mask sudden spiking

pains and senseless suffering

she’ll wake the spouse

goes crabbing thru ’the house

however thunder and lightning

dreams

will resurface on the artist’s

canvas

who avoids further dustups

with muse and spouse

paints shadow images of his

soul

that aesthetes fashion as

great new art –

thus/great canvases are

regularly born.

dustup.putsud

zoltanzelan

zjg-poetry’20.

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