Monday, March 27, 2006

homewards bound

my cubicle
an infinite hollow
of windowless oblivion
will never be my home
first, second, or third

my home is
where my heart remains...
...at home...
with two tiger cubs
a caged tigress
and a rooster
crowing from a perch on the 3rd floor

homewards bound

the television blares bollywood
the radio screams 80s
the kitchen wafts of hamburgers
the bathroom air lingers with lemon
the bed smells of laundraumat
and my small animals run amok

shrieking in delight

my heart wails
at the thoughts of being a clerk
and my head swims
in big dreams of lottery...

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