12/10/18 10.28pm as you sail you watch the lights slowlyblinker in slow motion, neutrons bursting spillingout over the split radius of an astigmatic glare —those star lights blinking like the beacon of last callan equal longing,a whimper, a bang, a soft shellchristmas waiting for you in the gentilerain blessing and…
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10/10/18 6.00pm utown bus, back in the groove moments of clarity can strike sometimes in this sticky summer heat where every thought is a haze rising from unknown spaces in the clementi compound, the insurmountable gap between kent ridge and home. we are little ants scurrying from space to outer…
Comments closed2.30am 02/09/18 “pencil me into your dance card” he flirted with the idea spun a staircase or two lingered at the doorway where the bass shook my feet, were duct tape. i lined the walls as a reminder of a lost trolley pushed up against the bathroom after taking one…
Comments closed09/03/18 2.52pm when ill at home i wish not to err or flood my bandwidth, you know the bandwidth of my youth. always pulling back and slapping one’s own wrist, reminding you of the longing looks you cast out of the window. when you have to do what you have…
Comments closed(‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies) If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired…
Comments closedBelieve in this. Young apple seeds,In blue skies, radiating young breast,Not in blue-suited insects,Infesting society’s garments. Believe in the swinging sounds of jazz,Tearing the night into intricate shreds,Putting it back together again,In cool logical patterns,Not in the sick controllers,Who created only the Bomb. Let the voices of dead poetsRing louder…
Comments closedI’ve held you in front of blinking manatees,Tucked moonlightInto secret places for you,And togetherWe’ve seen some of the lamestTeen comediesHollywood has to offer. But you failed to seeThe magic in that. Or rather,Failed to needNurturing simple giftsThe way I did. The past had youLooking around cornersWe hadn’t gotten to yet.…
Comments closedYou see, there was a promise I had to keep. I was straying South from the river-side again.I was walking to the edge of where he once held me likea promise and I held myself, back. …
Comments closedI have heard you whisper: broken thingsare sharp edges. Brokenness begetsbrokenness. Why not turn your gazetowards the glazed ceramic vases,with their perfect posture and silentmouths? They have never cursedtheir maker, and will forever beof use. I reply: Consider this.Perhaps the hand touchingthe shattered pieces seesmore life in them than inthings…
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