Roy Lee

In the Vienna Woods, I took a walk
A March dampness in the air
The trees were still Winter bare
Standing stoic as if in silent talk.
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It has been harder to find you lately
Yet I seek you every day.
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Sterile Singapore is a typical tourist trap
There's a concrete Merlion for a holiday snap
The city state is built as a giant shopping mall
But its a regiment that is often a bore.
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What did you see?
Voyager looking back.
Did you see me?
A blue speck in a pack
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Sunday at Serangoon Gardens I take my run
Quite early to avoid the hot midday sun.
Out of the condominium and onto the road,
Past the trucks with their garbage load.
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The August moon
Was already high
When I awoke.
Outside the seafront
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A mouse has moved in under my bed
A refugee rodent looking to be fed.
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Looked at the blog from Ai Weiwei
Go elsewhere the censors say.

Twelve days past the first of May,
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I stand on this bare rock
The land of milk and honey
Solid and soft
Gaia at my feet
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I had a vague discomfort in my chest
So I was admitted for a cardiac test.
In the heart ward the machines go beep.
It was somewhat difficult to get some sleep.
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Suffer the children
On floor boards they bleed.
Suffer the world
When leaders do not lead.
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Twenty five years since I walked along the Seine
It was April then and now
Spring chills and sunny spots
Lovers hand in hand search for romance
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Concrete claws challenge the sky
Sacred stairs towards a glazed heaven.
Glass and steel that shimmers
Like statues of gods standing high.
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Love like a blanket descend
Lovers as two people blend

We are wrapped in each other’s caresses
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I came by bus in a swirl of dust in the summer of seventy two.
I was young, I was poor, I hoped to score but I really hadn't a clue.

The seats were hard; I was on my guard when we bolted from the bus.
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It was the new year celebrations as the rumours went around
That seats to Sichuan were selling fast.
Queues at stations were pushed to the brim and spaces had to be found.
All workers had gathered to the task.
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My friend, Peter asked me last night
“Will your poetry make you money? ”
A question that gave me quite a fright
And kept me up on a sleepless journey
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Don’t label me a child sex offender.
Nor am I someone of dubious gender.
Bestiality is not for me or my kin,
Nor is there ‘other objectionable’ website sin,
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