how is it that we can peel a bulb
endlessly, and never reach its
core?
is it then vacuum encased we
mistook for air, where nothing ever existed,
and salt for irrigation, merely at its pores?:
to indicate, (simply)
more,more, more
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
that day (that day)
hush up the days which tend to boast
and you might remember the unfed ones
in comatose:
that day that day, when the bookmark wouldn’t stick;
that day (that day), the adjunct to the rest
that tick.
and you might remember the unfed ones
in comatose:
that day that day, when the bookmark wouldn’t stick;
that day (that day), the adjunct to the rest
that tick.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
curtain call
Will we still recognize each other
During the final curtain call?
Will your drapes last longer than mine
Amidst our flashbacks and all?
During the final curtain call?
Will your drapes last longer than mine
Amidst our flashbacks and all?
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
bluebeard
the numb release
from your reticulated embrace returns gradual
favour to my pallor,
introduces a bluebeard hangover
with parrots
on each side,
re-telling sceneries.
Monday, October 12, 2009
serpentskirt
an arrest in sudden
heat by light of a left voltaic-pounding
snatches life’s penultimate breath at the lip:
the smoke thread is pulled taut along this
snake’s belly, where the next is only caught on
a serpent’s skirt.
heat by light of a left voltaic-pounding
snatches life’s penultimate breath at the lip:
the smoke thread is pulled taut along this
snake’s belly, where the next is only caught on
a serpent’s skirt.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
if tomorrow is not future enough
i was informed
of a
void deck reality
by the lyrics
in my head-
(phones):
"you and i
are not meant for the future.
all we have is
now."
then the rain came,
and the clothes had to be
kept.
perhaps tomorrow,
at Compassvale Southgate
if tomorrow is
not future enough
we shall all meet again.
of a
void deck reality
by the lyrics
in my head-
(phones):
"you and i
are not meant for the future.
all we have is
now."
then the rain came,
and the clothes had to be
kept.
perhaps tomorrow,
at Compassvale Southgate
if tomorrow is
not future enough
we shall all meet again.
Friday, February 27, 2009
my position that dusk
I remember that evening.
It was like numerous other evenings when I could only be so lucky to have been spotted, and to have squinted, as you gently landed your distance on my face. We were in such hurry, almost desperate to realise the inevitable: I was racing towards ‘the next happening’ while you had more important surfaces. But in that instant, I had already come to understand the depth of your story, and my position that dusk – like you had meant for me.
Such was my happening.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
an arm's length construction
On a night that moves along
sideways,
I can only push my black pieces towards
you, and
pivot on your shoulder.
You pour me an arm’s length,
answering me with
some grey.
Look!
We are anti-gravity cranes
defining the perimeter
of our land with
alternating white...
sideways,
I can only push my black pieces towards
you, and
pivot on your shoulder.
You pour me an arm’s length,
answering me with
some grey.
Look!
We are anti-gravity cranes
defining the perimeter
of our land with
alternating white...
the method
The method was to pull the rug from underneath the crystal ball so that it rolls and crashes against a non-partisan wall - where 2 fish will emerge as they had been before: intact but forever withdrawl
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
但願人長久
明月幾時有
把酒問青天
不知天上宮闕
今夕是何年
我欲乘風歸去
唯恐瓊樓玉宇
高處不勝寒
起舞弄清影
何似在人間
轉朱閣 低綺戶 照無眠
不應有恨 何事長向別時圓 別時圓
人有悲歡離合 月有陰晴圓缺
此事古難全
但願人長久 千里共嬋娟
-蘇軾
把酒問青天
不知天上宮闕
今夕是何年
我欲乘風歸去
唯恐瓊樓玉宇
高處不勝寒
起舞弄清影
何似在人間
轉朱閣 低綺戶 照無眠
不應有恨 何事長向別時圓 別時圓
人有悲歡離合 月有陰晴圓缺
此事古難全
但願人長久 千里共嬋娟
-蘇軾
Sunday, February 08, 2009
Upon the plain of black and white,
it will be greycast;
but never has it been
more certain than when our pre-
technicolour hearts
(interweave and then) collapse into
a valley of monochromatic green,
where my castle
is vessel to your queen.
but never has it been
more certain than when our pre-
technicolour hearts
(interweave and then) collapse into
a valley of monochromatic green,
where my castle
is vessel to your queen.
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