you swing from side to side
kicking asses to arses
you swim from tide to tide
with a sea turtle riding on your back

you had a purple sweater over my corpse
i must had met you in my dream
and you were a bunny with a cyan cap to hide your pointy ears
i must have had that humbling epiphany

i don't like macs after 11am
you like coloured sequins from arabian afternoons
i had pseudo egyptian meat
watching the tinted streets littered with evening dew

you fling from left to right
dreaming the metamorphosis of haiji lane
you dive from bottom to up
that become our (filthy) cushioned escape from reality

you may be far away when your eye bags meet
but staring below me at the rising tight ropes
you climb from tree to tree
like a cat who doesn't care which way

Love/Hate
Neighbour/Enemy
A/Z
Nemesis/I am loving you

you took your lens to capture Him
sunsets and to listen to the silent him
But from A to Z
reciting alphabets hardly returns to A

loose lips of yellow coconut leaves
to call a giraffe to bend his neck
and slot impressions into files
nostalgia narrowed into pipes

you jog and jog and jog
i just pretend nothing ever happens
you swim and swim and swim
i just pretend nothing ever happens

morning toasts all over again
to sing and sing and sing songs
i'm dying and dying and dying
but we're living living and living

no subjunctives, i give you a butterfly to fly with
no reprieves, i give you 5 minutes to pray
no requiems, i give you wild flowers to decorate my graveyards
no supernovas, i give you the entire universe

well. i wish i could. But nah. He will,


life is like taking a bus.
people come and go
at different stops, at different places
different buses to different destinations
different people, talking or in their own spheres
you just see what you see in that bus
so...is it time for me to press the red button?