Description
ROI is not a calculation of return on investment.
But rather remembering our loving parents.
And never a rerun of our ignorance,
for even just a second time.
ROI is running on imagination,
Racing on intuition,
A rally of invigorating,
hot springs of kings,
Experience this ROI,
Sense the humoR,
Perceive the Originality,
Judge the Indulgent I,
Think there is more than one ROI.
Emperors
Queens and concubine
Cream Katsuo dashi
Agree in due time
Chancellor regents
Wine cellar Ingredients
Princes and princesses
Reprimand
Remind
Prepare
Mise en place
Warhol and his assembly line
But I doodle and spit lines
Hirst and his lab
Bebop
Blah
In the system that we call education,
was the same playground where
I was the reigning maths champion,
I toasted myself into sublime elation,
with a glass of Comtes de Champagne,
triple zeros following the two,
the year of the vintage, the year,
I defended my title
with arrogant pride n ego.
and thought that everything
must be purely logical,
smuggly smitten over Godel’s
incompleteness, proof,
poof into the air
Now to think of it, in school, of my utter fool-
-ishness in believing that necessarily logic,
is the same thing as being
sufficient in the art of magic,
Of what others might call this magic as in being in love or being loved.
Asked if Mr Plum White,
would travel across time,
sharing a flute glass, with a lady,
sitting alone by her window, late,
into the dark hours, moon or no moon, nightly,
people often called her by the name of Ms thrice skinny.
Sir Plum would reply, yes, definitely, maybe, please?
I promise I’ll open,
always and sometimes
but never not with my best vintages.