I Sit at the Food Court in a Colossal Shopping Mall
To Have a Quick Lunch on a Friday Afternoon
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Indian sounds good today
The tongue-stinging pepper
And the chakra-opening curry
The mere thought of someone spending
A whole night cooking
A pot of chicken delights me
I eat my food gingerly
Balancing the white plastic spoon
Tasting the time & the chef’s expertise
In each and every bite
A gigantic American flag hangs
A hundred feet over the ice rink
Where children skate
Like little happy birds
Flying on the day’s emptiness
I open my favorite book of poetry
Indulging myself for a moment
In those reckless days of childhood
I am coming to the sad part of a poem
When a brawny, unsmiling girl with coarse
Blonde hair sits at the next table
Her back side facing me
And three inches of her butt cleavage
Invades my meditation
I can almost count the freckles
Decorating the shadowy, unapologetic fissure
I did not laugh
I closed my book and ponder
The new fashion
The lunch was good
:4/15/05
beep!
false alarm :))
no worries!!
thanks:)
i like "chakra-opening", very Indian:)
nicely done!!
i think you captured the houmor in the poem :)
thanx!!!
印度餐?聽來不錯
刺舌的胡椒
開味的加俚
光是想有人徹夜
熬著這缽雞
已讓我心曠神怡
細嚼慢咽
穩握著白塑膠勺
每一口裏
品味著時光流逝
與廚師手藝的精湛
巨副的星條旗
懸掛在百米外的溜冰場
孩子們滑著
象歡樂的鳥兒飛翔
在白天的空白
翻開喜愛的詩歌書本
片刻的放縱
於無拘無束的童年
讀到詩中傷懷的那段時
一個結實,麵無笑容
粗糙金發的女孩在鄰桌
坐下,背對著我
三英寸的股溝
侵入我的沉思
我數著點綴
朦朧而恣意的股痕裏的
雀斑
我沒有笑出聲
合上書,思考著
這新款式
嗯,午餐還不錯
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like what you said :)
:):);)
on my trip back from Hawaii, i saw a woman who could cure insomnia by only donating the freckles on her face for sleepless to count :)
nah, just kidding;)
:))
i happened to be in the "mood" :)
wow! indeed you found another way of meditation
"... count the freckles
Decorating the shadowy, unapologetic fissure"