László

László dwells in the basement
Of the second house from the corner
Of the transit street.
László feels at home.

László paints me pretty flowers
And sings Gypsy songs at the tavern
Never missing a beat.
László feels at home.

Back in the flat-out-blind,
They ask him why here
And I wonder if he paints
The other ten months of the year.

Back in the robbed-out-of-mind,
They ask me why here
And why don't I smile
The other fifty weeks of the year.

And here, he paints,
And here, I smile,
Nobody knows our hometown gloom.

- March 04th and 27th 2016

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