atop merlion at sentosa park

revelling upon the map of singapura
george boole mutters

ditch the crude decimal byways
as he pointed to the binary hi way

atop merlion at sentosa park

again and again
   we watch
yesterday's paper
   wheeled out
folded, bound
   for the dumps
its pulp reborn
   for today's paper
and the headlines
   reprint itself
over and over

01101000 01100101 01100001 01110010 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01100011 01100001 01100011 01101011 01101100 01100101 00001010 01100001 01101101 01101001 01100100 01110011 01110100 00100000 01110100 01101000 01101111 01110011 01100101 00100000 01110111 01100001 01110110 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01101011 01101110 01110101 01100011 01101011 01101100 01100101 01110011 00001010 01100011 01100001 01101110 00100000 01101101 01100001 01101011 01100101 00100000 01101111 01101110 01100101 00100000 01100011 01101000 01110101 01100011 01101011 01101100 01100101

the ritual
was draped
in ember

assemblage of eyes
watched-- so curious,
but oblivious

purging
in the flickering fire,
it wasn't

a campfire
for the ancestry of sorrow,
it was

where crimson sap
partaken in abundance— 
from their own slaughter of Caesalpinia,

never could quench
the history
of rueful roots

"Klaus Fuchs
did what
he had to do
like a good
harbinger,
there is virtue
in being faithful
to his cause"

this is where my
cousin's
brutally honest
syllogism
took me today

"a simplified view is
always what gets
you at the bottom
of a swamp"

this is where
he swings a club
and bounces back
from his recent bogey
against me



in the greens with Jim

vibrant orchard road
fix us a dandy air
with your fancy-bright
fabrication, guile us in
a techni-color wonder
so we can cue
canned laughter
topping our ever after

pigments of life
load yourself
upon this brush
so it can run
meticulous strokes
upon endless miles
of gesso duck

the grammar of
inference
is an apple
falling with a thud
on my naivety, driving
a cranial awakening,
shaking me

tempestuous spirit
bearer of torrential fervor
pouring your every drop
in a vast longing land
you are applauded
by the thunder
a fanatic audience to
your grand deluge of love

caught in silken folds
are creases that seek
warm acquaintance with
a gentle steam stream,
easing gossamer

Three stars,

Shimmering.

Set so close

They appear as one.



Three stars,

Each allowing

The others to

Shine their brightest.



Three stars

Shining brightly.

Sharing their light,

Sharing their love.



Three stars,

The Panda,

The Owl

and the Lion.

Inseparable!



http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1566872/three-stars-10-words-x4/

like moonbeam
you long to kiss
the pitch black
landscape
of my mind
and find comfort
in the blanket
of shadows
sprawled,
where upon
you drift easy
in the lull
of ebony dreams

Poseidon's temperament
rides on rogue waves
prompting kedging
a critical hope
desperately anchoring
on the promise of
Psalm 23:4


*Rogue Waves

hey nervous wreck,
about that rain check
the son of Mars
in equal claim
is the son of Venus
too you know
now will you
stop trembling
and load
yourself upon
his bow
aimed
at mamucium

I cried me a river of blue
in nights of blue winter
and found me a friend
who exclaimed
how cool- how you are
so very blue

strangely amused,
I then proudly forged
my blue stride
as I watched my friend
get wholly warmed, by

my turning a shade
bluer than blue, this time


*Blued

you don't care much
about the poetry, in set cutlery

and how a multi-course,
when served-
are iambic in its essence

your gastronomical flair
is limited to the interest
of food tasting

so your buds
can spin-off
a taste to your own liking


*Spin off fare

I live for
magenta clouds
blocking cyan skies
and when it rains
I am more alive
so the suffering sun
must lie in wait
to shine



Pluviophile

*thoughts as I stood from a window watching YOU happily drenched

You touched my hand
where a loose thread dangled
whereupon its end
you tugged and tugged
so you can watch me
unreel, like magical spool
a legerdemain of
now you see it,
now you don't


*Loose Thread

The Majestic
wore the sunrise
its prysmatic fabric
cataclysmic to
corneal burn
allowing one to shake
the hand of darkness


The Majestic

*This is for YOU. Thank you

I scooped a handful
of streaming river
to sip the memory of you—
free-flowing and able
to crack any rock
upon a path
if only to meet
the ebb of freedom
waiting in the ocean

I sense the purity
of your alphabet
flowing along
illumined cursive

your inner compass—
relies clearly on the quotient
of understanding dark thru light

your perceptions—
follow a line of reason
immensely stable

you are beyond brave—
no words will ever be enough
expounding on that



*I wish I was more like You and your lot