john tiong chunghoo

(Jan 21,1960 / NEW YORK)

Lililputians


these hundreds of
uninvited guests
crowding round
would fill a hall
if our size

and the noise, pretty sure
they would be the same
like when we hover over
a yummy turkey
during Christmas

but would I like them?
the company only perhaps yes

I have better learnt
to be with myself

the party goers are
now in the bin and
there they continue
their fiesta, paper
cream, icing and all

the blessings of size

a quiet room as usual
and it can be deafening
and bit the heart
even with hundreds of
little guests you can swing
from door to door
table to floor at will

Submitted: Thursday, February 27, 2014
Edited: Friday, February 28, 2014

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