salve

12 11 2008

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

12 11 2008

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





zoopreme

1 11 2008

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





peach pie wings

1 11 2008

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





familiar stranger

30 10 2008

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





small town madness

15 01 2008

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





follow through

14 10 2007

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

13 08 2007

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.





sympathy for the sick

20 05 2007

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 way to ascension mass

16 05 2007

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.