‘you shouldn’t blow up
your hands/ they are not
supposed to function as balloons’
said a concerned neighbour
who often takes the brunt
about running the heating vessel’s
adjustments for the four tennant’s
in these four living units
transformed from cattle sheds
by an economizing county man.
the poet would defend him
glad that his neighbour cares about
reasonably tempered living conditions
as the poet/ unused to this climate
dwelled most of his life in the warm
climate of the southern hemisphere.
now then / this morn’ the huge dark
SUV of the owner appeared/ then
a pause/ his face eappeared/ he took off
in a hurry/ suddenly the warmth from
the centrally heated radiators vanished
quite evidently the owner had switched
the heating off. period.
perhaps tomorrow’s holiday sparked off
his autocratic deed. now then/ a dialogue
happened that never took place.
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have a series of sideeffects that’ll affect
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