Tag: Singapore

dusk i flick without looking the dream from the clavicle

spring the flower falls into the pool and life carries on in a strange way

how quickly the flesh leaps at the opportunity to rewrite history

the compulsion to wrangle existence of its very essence

dear talking egg if the king’s men had any spine they wouldn’t fix you up

showoff pigeon i’d steal that stick and treat you to my cat

rain everywhere else but nothing on us the cruelty of divine humor

bite down hard on the animal instinct to chase after storm clouds

curled up correlations of this spring morning the millipede and stick

out of the virgin darkness the spring moon blooms