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?听来不错
刺舌的胡椒
开味的加俚
光是想有人彻夜
熬着这钵鸡
已让我心旷神怡
细嚼慢咽
稳握着白塑胶勺
每一口里
品味着时光流逝
与厨师手艺的精湛
巨副的星条旗
悬挂在百米外的溜冰场
孩子们滑着
象欢乐的鸟儿飞翔
在白天的空白
翻开喜爱的诗歌书本
片刻的放纵
于无拘无束的童年
读到诗中伤怀的那段时
一个结实,面无笑容
粗糙金发的女孩在邻桌
坐下,背对着我
三英寸的股沟
侵入我的沉思
我数着点缀
朦胧而恣意的股痕里的
雀斑
我没有笑出声
合上书,思考着
这新款式
嗯,午餐还不错
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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"