You are the gas for my car to move,
The medium well bison in my burger,
You are the Mountain Dew and the Snapple.
And the B.F sword for Tryndamere.
You are the Whey Protein after my workout
And the skyline of Dubai.
However, You are not the gas of my fart,
The rotten chicken in the fridge,
Or the tree with the broken branches.
And you are certainly not the lockers that had been opened with the master key.
There is just no way you are the lockers that had been opened with the master key.
It is possible that you are my favorite jacket in the cold.
Maybe even the smiles of the sad refugees.
But you are not even close
To being the dark side of the evil step mother.
And a quick look in the mirror will show
That you are neither the sand in the desert nor
the soccer ball left after a harsh game.
It might interest you to know,
Speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am heavy fridge on the kitchen floor.
Dear Saif! I find such a distinctive voice here in the words and images you have chosen. I really enjoyed the connection between the two different kinds of gases (one that moves cars and the other one that is moved by biological processes)! I can't imagine who this person is in your life--one who is the skyline of Dubai!
ReplyDeleteAnd, yes, I am curious...what does it mean to be the heavy fridge on the kitchen floor? Plentiful food? Someone who is nourishing?
Nice image to go along with the litany!