Life just flatlined at some point
The various festivities
Darkened shadows
On darkened grounds
As if we just forgot
What it was
To be wistful
simply glad
After a day of toil
Where the next
Meal was
Avoidable
And it just seems
Light and molecular
A breath a heave of
a day

tonight i know ( Read more... )

I dare say I do this every year. How I would like to move on in the human realm we all think as the best thing that ever happened to us. I think I have done a lot more that I can't remember about, much more than last year. A bit of advice on chugging on booze, it does script your memory into minced up bits. Like some postmodern embarrassment. I do ( Read more... )

It hit me. Everything came back. The torrent of work to clear, the belatedness of things. I remember my past professional life before I took a break and remembered why I took a break. Am I suited for this? Did I enjoy my work? They are irrelevant questions. The direction is just to get through it. Get through it for chrissakes. I admit it gets ( Read more... )

the light was wrong
the oh so warm
on stacks of pants they
call to me

i feel damn new
them heavy weights
them sweet o texture
that gravitate

far and near
top and middle
them pants those pants
they speak

i see and glimmer
that hope does simmer
the mind not dimmer
mine heart

didn't i ( Read more... )

One day ( Read more... )

Much Ado About Nothing. Nothing much to do. Perhaps mellowed souls look to stillness, exquisite silence. Of a world succumbed to eventual slumber. Long afternoons. Lazy mornings. Where everything happens to the clop clop clop of slow grinding hooves. Daily mantras of scoring at pool, decadence in the cleanest oil palm festered air one can find. I  ( Read more... )

In a span of a week, I covered 4 cities. The after taste of freshly baked almond cookies of Macau briskly overwhelmed by the Kun Ming Lamb hotpot, hooves included. Photographic memory does little but confuse my traveling mind. Imagery of the Macau Tai San Pa Lover's Lane and the comfy granite "daybed" vivid as I am packed off, in a plane, in a car ( Read more... )

2 years later I am surprised that I could log in, again.  Is it not amazing how cyclically predictable we are? Every 2 years I get nostalgic or bored or both. Every 2 years I probably introduce a new person to my blog. Clock work. The only difference is the additions to my waistline and CPF account. This time life is again hitting me wildly from ( Read more... )