Word Dust – Word Lust

I hack words out of the throat,Dip the nib of my pen intoA rip of a moment. See, myScience is temporal experimentWithout hypothesis or conclusion,My letters are made of mendedSeconds thrown together,Mixed and swished and writtenSo that before I blink, I might try toSave another memory, anotherHeart-throb-heart-ache,Copy-and-paste part of my daySo I can collate some…

Notate This

My city has no dawn,Playing pawn in a game of chessMy side queen, rook, knight-less.We offer draw, we see the line, refuse to resign.Defiance has it's worth,Futile resistance its future rewards;It's a communion, see, this is our body,Tasteless, we sacrifice it to you for your investment.The city's too many dimensionsTo be reduced to such a…

To Carrie

Your spittle has worn us down to the bone. You sprayed against epidermis till it was gone, Sizzled away the frontline of skin and now Every drop of spit spat hits raw flesh that Unleashes silent screams, mutes remaining peeps, Tongues now just worms of words buried By the heaps of dirt you layer on…

Dear Countrymen

Dear countrymen, Forgive me of my sins Though I have only Continued to pain you Hear my words Even though I have never listened Trust in me Though every promise I have made Was made to be broken Sing my praises Without your own volition Now live together with me In the harmony that I…

The Puzzle of Harmony

I am Creation, and how I wish These days that once, I hadn’t Overturned the puzzle of humanity I’d been making on my bed when I took a moment of rest, to stretch, Which was when my hands tipped That puzzle right over the edge, Where it began to recreate Itself on the earth, from…

Bad News

All around — bad news — it enters the orifices of the eyes and ears like tunnelling worms — lifespan zero — dying and decomposing in these flesh canals till they reach the stagnant, putrid oasis of a brain filled with reality’s reek. Turn round to see hands on ears like earmuffs against the coldbite…

Hong Kong Tumbling

Around, the cloths of life Spin into ghouls' faces, vortex-like, Us in the hurricane's eye, whipping Blips from the news outside: Coronavirus, protest, protect, Masks, madness, Supermarkets, Boxes missing, Hours in line risking Cold. Sold out. No more For the poor, For the old. From the cornered Sanctuaries of homes The world outside is Wracked…

Charges, Parks, and Democracy

In the vigil and hush of our election victory Rings out the hammers of charges For the shot, for the framed, For those who laid themselves down To make the path to rights That were always ours, a path again. Let the engines roar Back into life. Let us not forget why we marched in…

The Pitch of Poetry

Is it with a voice of longing That poetry should pluck out notes of feeling, Aided by the intrepid gaze and a keen eye Tracing the crystalline billow of a cloudy exhalation, Drawing back but a bit of the frosted dust of a morning Into the breath of a pen — With that ink, should…

Making the Makers

If we have created our successors, Encasing them in steel boxes of grey, Then really we are incubating Generations of post-Homo shapes With the final form beyond our imagination. And of this, I have no complaint, For the gods passed their gifts In their generation in fire, and in The gift of short lives that…