Tag: Singapore

pulled apart at dawn with just strands of light to hold on to

locked in a deep dark embrace with the autumn night

the koel in the darkness as if the night sings to us

the splitting migraine and the half moon who offers no solace

half moon the half dead faces at the bus stop staring into oblivion

blessed be the autumn rain the little ones sing and scream

grey tidings she brings the song of the monsoon etched in our very being

filter away the lightning and thunder and you will hear her name

each year she returns with an army of grey needles to punish frail flesh

like a bitter lover the monsoon wails at concrete towers