they ask what type of house
i would love to stay in
i say a roof with a pragmatic
inverted Vthat shields all my dreams
covers them up like a piece of gold
a staircase that sweeps me
up to a paradise of solitude
a bed where i could feel the
warm and infinte space for
all my aspirations and love
a kitchen that could wake
up all my palates and senses
and a toilet that can freshen
and losen up the day
john tiong chunghoo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/house-9/
