Tag: Singapore

violence is the name of this evening’s silence

spring noon feeling sorry for the lizard that fell from paradise

rewritten on a leaf vein the shadows clustered beneath the moonrock

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