old-fashioned

a man is screeching like an old radio

I don’t know what I can do

he starts in the morning

when the birds’ chirps cease, he’s waking up with a loud yawn

then spends the time in a bathroom

and is not long till I’m heard of

his vehement voice voraciously swallowing the air

with phoney sound on the phone

and that is even before he’s made his first coffee

smelling in the house like scorched seafood

the sun is not even up yet

and he’s already started his terrible tweet

with the rumble of the tractor

calling his clients during call centre

opening hours

yet he has told me that his profession

is called “an architect”

“an architect of selling dreams”

this is what I’m thinking of

whilst he’s strenuously trying to sell

an Internet connection by all means

he’s coming from a different country

but speaking a common language

prevaricating in front of me

thinking that I’m an idiot who trusts

ambiguous individuals

having fun at my expense

with no shame no doubt

later in a day

he’s opening his big mouth again

to be a ladies’ man

entertaining the whole town

and making my hair stand on end

but all I can do

is describe him from my point of view

until he’ll fall asleep

and start loudly dream

wheezing like an old-fashioned train

to hell with him!

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3 April 2021

revised on 10 September 2022

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