Inebriated
By your good fortune, you flew
Too close to the sun.
#597 On Being Out for a Short While
Out for a short while:
A mere blank pause, or is this
The end of the road?
#593 On Reading Syed Hussein Alatas
The lazy native:
A convenient fig leaf for
Your colonial crimes.
#591 On Young Girls Browsing in Bookshops
Whispered giggles are
The currency of young girls
In the budding groves.
#590 On the Atmosphere of a Bookshop Cafe
The click and flush of
The coffee machine mingles
With tepid muzak.
#589 On the Sauronic Glare
Sentinel of fire
Upon its shadowless throne:
Angry eye, glowering.
#588 On This Vicious Parade
With daggered eyes we
Scowl at the Other; age-old,
This vicious parade.
#587 On Being Stuck in a Traffic Jam in Serdang
In metal coffins
We marched grimly as the sun
Baked us to a crisp.
#581 On The Game That Was Lost
What was the meaning
Of all that strife? We were bound
To lose from the start.
#580 On This Land of Dearth
I sink into this
House of mirth - a laughable
Parched desert of Dearth.