November 16

who would have
thought that the
"one of the most
important events"
I should say (not
to betray exclu-
sive promises
given) however   
the most important
event of my life
will have such a
ridiculous setting
in the golf club
named after Trump
sitting behind some
chatty bunch of
rich and glamorous
hipster ladies with
silicone lips, music
too loud to hear
my own thoughts
(not that they are
worth hearing)
violent vibrations
of the boombox
piercing through
my body (not that
it is me) trying to
stay still and aware
failing and failing
and failing (but even
that not completely)
suddenly sensing
that "he" is already
here, before "he" is
in any ones view
                sooner or later:
                just        wait
a wave of love-pain
seeing all the greedy
bustling paparazzis
flashing, following
aiming their cameras
while "his" hand is
petting a dusty bush
like a timid donkey
                and "he" walks
towards the colorful
crowd: a heap of hay
that needs to be set
on fire