Tag: Singapore

the jester eats the sky with a spoon one laugh at a time

the demon grass eats rain in twelve directions to the sound of trumpets

held my breath for a century i believe and the wolves applauded

thoughts collided with the teacup and now i am lost for words

guiding the restless and silent through the dark tiny gods of light

the autumn moss breathes in the secret origins of flesh

there is no urgency or consistency in existence but to be as if this being is formless

each note a question and a world crumbles under the weight of that question

how kind of the autumn lightning to light a cigar

ghosts in the jar pickled with forgotten conversations