from “C(o)urt Interpretations”

Loaded with the complete opus
of Shakespeare the Great,
I’m searching for inspiration in a sterile Eastern metropolis park
which is tarnished here and there by little Gypsies,
mutilated for the sole purpose of
increasing their market value,
by dislodged grandmothers whose grandchildren have stormed West
and forgotten to send in rent and bread money,
and by some more similar atrocities on show.
Cheeky pigeons are flying just above my head,
inside it sparrows are shrieking,
an old man to my left and I are turning our heads in unison
to observe sparsely dressed young women,
fledgling dandies in moccasins with laptops on their shoulders,
legless and armless cripples.
An overdose of inspiration, I say to myself,
you better do a good deed,
I turn around and talk to the old man,
I feel immense self-satisfaction,
Caritas personified,
I’ve opened a book of wisdom on two legs,
I keep listening and listening…
Too many motifs! Too much inspiration!!!
It’s not that I’m picking blueberries!