Tag: Singapore

traversing from realm of thought to the washroom and back to the cradle of skin

pastel skies we make do with the freedom we are offered daily

dear winter crow more peddling and less screaming please

winter i pray that this night ends in debauchery for you

flick of the tender tongue the air tastes of burnt humans

late winter a game of tag and curses with mind demons

hard earned after a long winter night of dreams this clarity of mind

i bet the moon finds us disgusting mouths agape and limbs frantic please behave

canned flesh hurtling down the tracks we breathe when we deserve to

touch and be gone to the words sowed in your loins