I remember the days
bitter aftertaste of coffee
the gemutlichkeit:
conversations, debates,
intellectual wanking
poseurs we all were
now
enrolled domestics
bourgeois workaholics
we shake our collective heads
at the kulturkampf
disdainfully
as if
been there done it
we’ve moved on
and we have
we have pulled down
the coffee mugs from the altar
the ex-believers
have employed the goddess
for the banal task
of keeping us awake
and yet
we sleepwalk
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PS: At least three words in the poem are AWAD words over past two weeks. No points for guessing which.
Loved it. A lot.
Loved the tags 🙂
@atul: thanku. it’s always a mystery what can tickle whom in what way.
@mdp: oh well. little honesty goes long way, no?
I am wondering which tag MDP liked – crap, midlife crisis, or creative! 😀
Actually, it was the “poetry-for-the-sake-of-it” one 🙂
Haha! Why didn’t I think of that! 😀
I enjoy your writing and look fat ward to following your blog!
Thanks! Do visit again.