at the back of the bus in the shadow of the sun incognito i be
Tag: Singapore
pompous clouds parading their curves this warm evening
i asked for coffee not morphine and that was how autumn began
memories of the forest and wild dogs howling how many moons have passed
the quietude of the autumn forest at this magnitude bathe the soul in green
my storms sleep outside the door tonight the monsoon for company
tread light across a sea of bedsheets to meet you halfway
with each whisper she becomes more beautiful quiet eyes at dawn
fertilize gaslit minds with truth the calm in the summer garden
as we prune round the edges of this conspiracy the lies are unearthed
