#neri
Neri Oxman once said:
"You have to go away, to come back home.
You'll never truly have a sense of home,
until you leave home."
Such discontentment over the thought of home
can never carry the despair that is just so wary.
Henceforth; I bemoaned of home---
only to wander far away from it.
Only to never come back home.
Because in truth, my "home" had been lost.
My "home" already went away.
New one, old one---
They depict such distinct disparity
But then again... this is as good as it can get.
Yet, bemoan I still.
Aug 2, 2021
Aug 2, 2021 at 9:15 PM UTC
Praised by a drunkard,
Just when my craving for respect,
From Oprah, Obama or
The Queen,
Seems to be all the appreciation I need,
She,
Walks in,
Demanding demurely, hand
Held out, just
Two sticks.
Her praise almost makes me cry –
she is so dignified
tight dress not too
tight, just so –
Fabulous shades she says, glasses I reply.
Everybody needs words of encouragement sometime,
And she wrangles,
A full pack of cigarettes from me,
Between my shopping list, a burgundy coloured,
Brandy glass and,
An Orange Juice,
Placed just so,
Always good practise to keep a spare,
Packet of cigarettes in the car.
I am still laughing.
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 10:49 AM UTC