Pencil meets paper:
Inchoate thoughts, sketched in black,
Take flight in my mind.
#712 On Blackwings and Bunco
#711 On Vermillion Ribbons
Ribbons in the sky
Vermillion streaks against grey
An astral promise.
#710 On The Silent Streets of Fujiyoshida
Walking down these streets,
Silence burns in bright daylight
Fujiyoshida.
#709 On Masks in the Night
Peering behind masks
We walk this earth, dumb and mute
Islands in the night.
#708 On Coffee Stains on Coffee Cups
Coffee stains on cups
Like ambrosial lipstick marks,
I kiss the morning.
#707 On The Day of Your Funeral
I often think of the day
When they will tell me
That you have met your last
And I will pretend to be unsure
Whether to attend your funeral
(Of course I will)
And at your open grave
I will resist the temptation
To hurl one final curse
For all that you did not do
Instead, I will pretend to pray
For your soul that will burn in Hell.
#706 On Leaves Falling
Each day that passes
Is another to rejoice:
Leaves fall to the ground.
#705 On The Days Left For Me On This Earth
How many days do I have left?
I thought to myself
How many days left
To walk this earth
To kiss the morning sun
To bask in coffee and music
To feel the girth of trees
To run through grassy fields
To feel the breeze rustling through leaves?
How many more days left?
I do not know.
#704 On My Baby Puffin
Wide-eyed, tuxedoed,
A ball of anxious alarm:
My baby Puffin ❤️
#703 Tentang Roti Canai Raju’s
Hangat hangat di hujung jari
Cukup kenyal cukup garingnya
Sedap lazat tiada terperi
Roti canai Raju’s namanya!
