September 2021 - Ondrej’s Poetry

You sit here as the wind groans
listening to grand foreign overtures
you silence the moment the heart moans
for the bottomless taste of foreign statures.

Always imagining where else you could be
as the windowpanes creak aloud
seeing, feeling the rush of the mountain, the flow of the sea,
your thoughts pile on the redundant historic mound.

Here you are, having invested in irregular attire
A shame the peak of it all’s a vest
with your vested interests minding a quagmire
and your mind’s vestibule aflow with alpine zest.

Your thoughts are the only geographical constant
as the seas and oceans they fade into the night
as tonight’s ceaseless winds rampant
wishing, being, hoping to wish to be out of sight.

I was just reading a paper
about the American labour market
when my dear friend calls about a caper
so he comes home to describe it:

This altercation led to a police call
and everything turned out alright
all it was a verbal brawl
on a bus from Malmö at night.

My dear friend was a bit shaken
beads of sweat were on his head;
the troublemaker was away taken
among the Swedish locals not a word said.

This rowdy man played his music loud
so my friend asked to lower the din
this man was far too drunk, too proud
to even consider this being a sin.

Thankfully push didn’t come to shove
although the police did drag him away
what this situation does prove,
is that it helps to keep loud music at bay
or else the taxpayer must policemen’s salaries pay.

Month: September 2021

Evening travels

A bus from Malmö