Oct 28 2007
a lament
A Lament
I have bought an air-condition unit for the kitchen,
It hangs there high up on the wall making me feel
Prosperous, the women in the village have been in
Seeing it, since I used to be a chef and do bake my
Own bread, the men think I’m a queer, don’t mind
Their wives swapping recipes with me…
It’s strange, is it not? Forever I was a chef in hotels
And posh restaurant, not well paid and cooks where
Not seen, the person sweating smelling of booze and
Being unappreciated; alas, now they are superstars
Their love life is reported in magazines. Yet, when
My women go they leave a scent of mimosa behind.
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thank you this has gotta be up there on the top floor. yes, this poem, your way of writing this poem, its phat but economic with words. “Air condition unit”……wickard man, .simple but i see the depth, I feel him holding back, he’s only let a little bit out, I can tell this guy has so much more to say, the integrity in his lightness of expression makes me know he has so much more frustration to express. But he doesn’t. it leaves me, humbled and admirable of him. leaves me wanting more