at singapore
financial hub - nick leeson
walks down an alley
eyeing prism
awed by
many awed eyes
prism
i become a god
with many eyes
on the wall
a graffiti that says
no painting please
at an antique shop
she buys a sling bag
like her wedding day's
alleyway
morning calm
in my warm bed, i enjoy
the clatters of
somebody's clogs
war -
the first was fought
in heaven
dying to help the malays
proving that they can
mahathir takes on the world
spring
sakura keeps falling over
the love letter i read
> > > >
dusk - the frenzied chirps
of a lost chick
in the garden
> > > >
summer
pampered in my nap
by the drone of cicadas
> > > >
dating daughter
mom keeps monthly
check on her period
> > > >
summer economic recovery
tied up in office
wearing my sweater/john tiong chunghoo
>
twilight
drizzle
a ballet nubile gently taps
>
seeking graces
a swallow on each point
of a cross
>
mom's chicks
dying one by one
my tears
tranvestites lane
only their voices
spoil the fun
the patriotic song
of a country also heard
at its waterfall
back to old school
the lines on teachers
earn my respect
cranes,
come, dance
with me!