did i glimpse my salvation so fleetingly
in that sliver of a moment in that time
twixt twilight and dawn
when night is its darkest
was it you who reached for me
or You
in that space between word and feeling
between comprehension and consciousness
i remained cosseted in my warm blanket
unwilling to taste chill
dreary lane
see i’m walking back down again
all your winding twistedness
you just knew i’d return
didn’t you?
didn’t you?
ashen slopes and crooked steps
filthy drains and raining wet
it’s always the same
you should be weary lane
why don’t we wake the neighbours this time round?
jolt the dead who sleep so sound?
i’m just one of you in the end
may as well embrace
that smell and the taste
of when it all ends
see the crumbling bricks
the tart turning tricks
that’s how it will end
that’s how it will end
dreary lane to futile bend
that’s how it will end
that’s how it will end
dreary lane to bitter end
see the monkey at the computer
multitasking fries and coke
see the pig next to him skiving
playing busy telling jokes
the bitch the boss is yelling
weasel assistant connives
the cock asserts his authority
the cat curls up her knives
and us humans we make coffee
yeah coffee for the team
we just make the coffee
see the world unfold its dream
cos this world is just zoopreme yeah
this world is just zoopreme
the horse does the most work around here
the rhino bulldozes his way
the snake swallows up the pantry
and those it don’t want to stay
we humans don’t mean nothing here
just part of office space
we do what we’re supposed to
then exit this bloody place
cos us humans we make coffee
yeah coffee for the team
we just make the coffee
see the world unfold its dream
and this world is just zoopreme yeah
this world is just zoopreme
see the animals run the dream
what could you be up to
my love with peach pie wings
i’ve seen you out about in style
enchanting everything
your starry coat can’t hide you
can’t cover your magic wings
won’t you take me to your stars
so I can leave everything
what could you be up to
my love with peach pie wings
so warm and so tender you are
and so sticky and sweet within
up to you i want to reach
to taste you of your peach
feel the love that you bring down
in me crumble your crown
what could you be up to
my love with peach pie wings
the glitter dust you scatter
just fascinates everything
what could you be up to
my love with peach pie wings
i’ve seen you out about in style
enchanting everything
enchanting everything
my love with peach pie wings
you all blond and fair
tracing cigs in the air
trying your damnest to be dirty
but that face of yours
so angelic devil fine
leaves a different stain on time
i thought i’d never fall
but softly hardly at all
you’re everything just as you’re none before
see the haunt in your eyes
as damned as it’s divine
and i know that i want nothing more
this tainted love this blemished beauty this decadent demise
can’t open my eyes
even when it’s day
can’t raise myself
even if i had to save
myself from this place
what if everywhere’s the same?
so i was born here
in a small town
with nothing much to do
and the more it’s a small town the more mad you’ll be too
turn away
turn away
here is nothing left to see
the light you think is up ahead
is not eternity
we just wanted to find the way
the way simple and free
but there’s only night where there should be day
placed misleadingly
and there’s nothing anyone can do
there’s nowhere left to go
only thing to follow through
try to hang on to your soul
turn away
turn away
you don’t need eyes where you will go
only thing to follow through
try to hang on to your soul
love is chicken curry, oven-baked stuffed mushrooms, stir-fried kai lan, rice and bittergourd with pineapple soup on our day, stirred, chopped and brewed by our hands with a little touch from mum who couldn’t help getting in on the action.
i did not ask to be born, said malaise. but having come to be, i do not die a natural death nor merely fade away.
the only way is murder.
on the road, a pigeon spread on a lane like peanut butter with its loose feathers forming a tail streak in the asphalt; the wind gently ruffling them with a lonely sigh.
on the pavement opposite, the pigeon’s rib cage lies coated in a spongy red, blown over upon impact with the car from three lanes away.
everywhere people and cars criss cross behaving obliviously to the obvious.
on the escalator, an old impatient man with a balding pate and a slight bent pounds the rubbery plasticky handrails with a loud slapping to signal he wants to cut through.
he says nothing but his hurried body tells all.
in church, a woman flashes the peace sign instead of giving the usual polite nods; so simple, i’m caught unawares that i can’t return a more cheery response in time in that split second our eyes meet.
her gesture is the only thing that made me smile today.
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