john tiong chunghoo Poems

the smile, the laughter
the billowing cloud
and the tears
and their echoes
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the conceited wrote only
one or two decent or
even great poems
and branded themselves
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the sun is a melon
bright enough to
light up the world
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some distance away
from my highrise room
faint morn chimerical
bird chirps that warm the heart
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tide - it the norms
the swimmer
struggles against
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i ask my brain where i would die
after a few minutes' silence
it comes back with 'here'
i ask my brain when it woule be
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he carries
a musculinity
that pours out of
his every cell,
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ghost, when it is around
you are in his eyes, his eyelids
flip over you and every flip
shuttles you between
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there are naughty ghosts too
they talk about kicking your butt
as you lie on your hotel bed
you know they are males
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if ghost originates from man
then man is a hybrid, a half ghost
he carries a load of sensors
that somehow blots out a part of himself
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