Eviction

Standing outside my rented porch
Reading letters and lighting a cigarette
Are intertwined thoughts, natural?

A seal in a suit, bushy brow sprouting,
Over his Nordic forehead,

Coal voice howls,
“There is no grey area”
What on earth was he on about?

Early thinking and you standing outside my door
“Is really not called for”, she says

There were no fits of emotions
Thrown in the air, yet the lanky
Pot plants of next door
Continuously stare