Tuesday, July 1, 2008

I Laugh at myself

Miss Cheong what is life bringin on?
Wrath celibacy or trauma?
Where is the force feeding lamp?
Is it on, or switched off?

Where are the birds,
Which talked about souls
long lost?
While they flew next to each other.

Why is time blacked out?
Beneath the mahogany table chair
Where dust settles in spiral fuss
Why did sun pass out?

Why isn't smoke sculpting
State of loss
in an empty canvas?
A loss of despair.

Beneath glossy mounds
Why isn't stamped grass
aspiring to come out of whitish glint
Why are why's not being asked anymore?