Questions
The beggar always stood
at the corner as if to
oversee two streets
double pain single delusion
the woman was already undressed
as she waited for her first john
though the traffic was an issue
that night and God, the Overseer,
down in the wine cellar,
lost among the barrels,
had forgotten her. Autumn
leaves blown over fences
and I waited for the server to
produce the bill for our dinner.
Where is an exit from this travesty
where is the elusive answer?
Manolis Aligizakis 