He spotted me at the corner
with lips bruised from the wine and
in his Cockney accent, he asked:
"Baby, could you ever be mine?"
I swept him off of his feet with a smile,
grazing ever light fingers over his heart.
With a nod of my head, I closed his eyes.
"How could I deny myself such a lovely chance?"
we danced for what felt like a century.
My dress tickled the inside of our thighs while
his lips tasted of caramel and promise.
"Let's give this night our best shots, love."
sheer away
from dolorous disgust
with mankind
escape the cities
and join the spirits
of tumultuous desert
morning dew
and meadow sage
will be your siblings
in a dreamless slumber
escape the concrete
jungles and rivers
smokestacks
walls
grassless hills
follow the rainbows
beyond bleakness
of vigorous eyes
and prophecies
Etched
Into the tiny fibers
And bled
Into the palms of your hands
Your own personal time machine
Reflecting into your soul
And tugging at your mind.
You are handing me
My own memories.
Lockstep
Uniform and crisp!
Kneel before excellence
Or fall among deviants
Eradicate the stray
Exterminate the vile pests
Round them up,
String them from the lustful branches
Dangling, blank expressions
Swaying, shackled to the breeze
Lockstep
Uniform and crisp!
Gather the defiant
And unleash hellfire
Paint the streets crimson
Soaked in wasteful revolt
Hearts and minds,
Crushed beneath our steel toes
Lockstep
Uniform and crisp!
Rape and plunder
With boundless authority
Squelch the weaklings
With steel, plunged into their throats
Gouging out their voices
Their all telling gore, slathered on the streets
Lockstep
Uni
Boxed in by technicalities, globalization's myopia, state-influenced perception, and the prison of the mind;
What we are, who we are, how we write, of what we write about: the private, the limited - the Singapore Soul.
He was full of [broken] promise[s]
[rain checks and train wrecks]
He had a thick [suit of] skin
made by [others'] scars
from vicious [love and] wars
[that he can not remember]
He was [not] a man,
[just a boy] with a bright star
and his impressive, three piece
pinstripe suit [of skin],
with double-breasted pockets
[to hold hearts that don't fit in his glove box]
and hand stitching along the lines of his brand new sleeves.
just imagine
every syllable closing with a kind verb
every mouth chorusing peace
every piece
coming together exactly as planned.
careful cautious lips forming
not another cutting word
instead, a pause to gather something respectful.
a nice neat world.
just imagine
nothing unexpected, everything going according
to plan
nothing to hurt you
nothing to wound you
nothing to heal you
no wounds, and no stitches
no razor sharp blades of glass.
just filed edges, round and
smooth
childproof
foolproof.
as if there were ever
such a thing.
there is a time for joy.
there is a time for bitter frowns, too
after all
where would the h
I Light
In darkness I laid, never knowing what came after or before
No sound ever said, nowhere to go and nowhere to explore
No sight ever seen, a cloak of shadows was all I wore
No touch ever touched, was I myself or perhaps my body is lost
No word ever uttered, maybe I am a man, maybe I forgot
One day I will see light, or discover that eyes I have not
I hope I will touch life, but I can never know
Because touch I never had sought
I will meet another live being
Will I?
Because alive
Maybe I am not
I could not have known
Was I merely blind?
Could things be seen?
Do I have a mind?
Amidst all this being
To solitude bin