Tag: Singapore

bus ride the kid in the backseat getting high on chips

get you a goddess who could face stomp and skin you dry in the cosmos

ma kali in the living room her red tongued tapestry aglow in tv serials and sins

birthed from eternity’s womb the magic of ritual and duty

autumn at dusk we practice the art of slow and subliminal living

a skin tag maybe a blemish the craters on the face of the moon

the mynahs’ chatter grows was there something you wanted to say

limbs refashioned to resemble the nightmare of trees at twilight

dusk we take refuge in the subtle calls of the sparrow

breach the flesh to save the soul only to find the nothingness gazing back