At Ease

While my friend 

The man with a religious calling

Plays the show of Armageddon

On his laptop

Relating natural catastrophes

Wars between countries

To the prophecies of the

‘Apocalypse of John’

The poet enjoys the first

Sunny day of summer

Where nature seems to be

Settled into a balance of its

Inert powers

At least here:

Near the Viennese Woods

Close to the Danube River

Enjoying a morning’s walk

Up the inclined Agnes Street

At his ease.






Swing into a Sunday morn‘

With Mozart’s Rondo a la Turk

With great panache and

Passionate intonation by

Yuja Wang

Sexy dresser

Mind Body & Soul in line.

Black coffee beans ground

Boiling hot water

French Press

Wonderfully aligned for art

The poet has turned to


Blue Rondo a la Turk

To enjoy his road to King Noro’s

Ice World

Queen Nora’s diamond tears.

There’s the ever recurring story

Of love and death

Greatest emotions in everybody’s


For now Swing.





Just as the poet thought about          

Ringing Mr T

His own phone rang.

It was Mr T.

His voice still a bit crackled

Words slowed down somewhat

But yet with clearer diction.

He’s in no shape today to attend

To visitors. OK.

Still he’s astonished about the

Severity of his attack on his


But he intends to pull through

His worst ordeal since years.

He’ll do it.

He’ll be up again in a few day’s


No doubt.

As always he’s adamant about it.

But this time some doubt taints

His determination.

Yet he still shows a great spirit.

Now then.

The poet is still in time for the

401 bus to Weidling station

Where he’ll shop for groceries

At a Spar-outlet.

His mind reflects on his

Dwindling cash resources.

Well then

It’s only salads today.





Strange dream with a spouse’s voice

And then again the pale face of my

Past Muse

Whose expression of parting with

Frightened wide-pen dusky eyes –

Like mirrors reflected a lover’s scene

Lying nude on a huge boulder

Close together upside down

Her cupped hand covering his penis.

A voice shouted:

You should have a shower

You smell.

In the waking and dozing-off phases

The voice sounded regularly

Like the lament f a woman

Who has angry issues with ageing.

Then it struck the artist

And he recalled his Muse Ana

Sending him this erotic photograph

For the artist always dreamt of

An island in the Aegean Sea

Where he could live freely

Unbridled of convention

Experiencing life as he wished

To live it.




Dog Days in June

The sudden heat expanded

Like the plaque

Yet enveloped people and cats

Dogs and mice

With a moist blanket of humid


Made us to take iced Magnum

Ice cream sticks

Ice down lips mouth and gullet

With the lingering aftertaste of

Vanilla and chocolate.

Just like the change of atmospheric

Air pressure

Pushes one to the kitchen floor

Of a working domain

The poet senses something might

Have happened to his friend

And indeed

Mrs IRA confirms his fall out of

Bed and his hospitalization.

Let’s just hope he’ll make it

And have another round of

Arranging exhibitions.




A 25 minute walk uphill

Agnes Street from the bridge

To its apex is reinvigorating

At 9:30 in the morning.

Besides I took Sadhguru’s lecture

‘To be at ease’ to my heart.

Since last week

Perhaps even longer

I’m consciously opening my eyes

Prick my ears and coach my brain

To be all times ‘At ease’ and

Consciously enjoy living.

Now then

I will arrive at the Institute for

Physical Medicine

In good time for my exercises

As prescribed by the medical


Now then

The sounds of shops opening

For the day are behind me

The fruit at the shop close to

The Rathausplatz

Smell so good.

Sunshine floods the historically

Important Square

Illuminating pavements

Strong shadows bring the baroque

Façade of the Old Rathaus

To life.

It smells like dried grass and

Dampness evaporates from the

Washing down of tar and stone.

Daria is a friendly physiotherapist

At ease

I’m getting on with her quite well

We talk diet

Personal tastes and sport.

Exercising is a pleasure with her

She shows me ways of massaging

With a tennis ball.

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Albert Again

The poet calls on Albert

His long time collocutor.

Albert appears instantly

Never ageing

He always looked like this:

Dashing in a dark grey suit

Cigarette between his lips


‘I’ve read your journal poetry

For some time now…

Let me comment first’.

‘All right’.

The poet sits back and listens

To his famous friend.

‘Your life’s not an ordinary one

And therefore of great interest

In a philosophical aspect.

Firstly – don’t argue with your

Spouse. Just listen.

Secondly – if you feel tension

Building up

Go for a walk. The Viennese Woods

Are close by.

Thirdly – absorb everything.

Think of yourself a sponge

Writing will squeeze out all

Collected data

And you’ll be blessed to share

Your emotional life with your


Fourth: Rest. Rest. Rest.

It’s important to tackle all of

These points with ease!

EASE will be the basis for your

Position looking in at yourself

From a distance.

Five: Never stop penning.

You’re like an athlete

Always stay in shape!

‘Thanks Albert’.


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