
look up then/ alex said
it’s warm enough/ have i turned
the heating up all right? indeed
you do it well
living inmidst of the woods
now my second exhibition can’t
take place/ lockdown until the
easter bunnies emerge/ if?
i even put my next poetry book
on the back burner of my stove’s
creative flame/ for a while.
the one fruit is from kritzendorf
alex said/ the golden kiwi from
the bio-shop.
there are also more cd’s/ he handed
a pack of them to the astonished
artist asking about his activities.
i’ve done my drawings for the
erotic poetry book: cantos libidos.
the two kiwis were like as if alex
would have presented his balls
into the hands of the artist/ but
they supposed to be for his spouse
he had no more intimacies with.
he thought of last time/ coming
on her neck/ gave her a climax.
alex would never have done that
but perhaps dance for her naked.
here she is/ exclaimed alex and
took everything out of the artist’s
hands and gave it to his spouse.
the artist closed the window next
to his working desk/ checking out
a discussion about james joyce
in dublin.
weidling – kafka
dublin – joyce
dublin.nilbud
weidling. gnildiew
zoltanzelan
zjg-poetry’21.
working in recluse/ that had to be earned/ the artist and poet has thanked the god of poetry and his muses to help him with a stimulating environment, where creativity happens to bloom. zz.