john tiong chunghoo Poems

the sea and the sky
hold onto each other
only the horizon knows
the distance between their longings
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the indian lottery man
who walked the length
and breath of brickfields,
the one i usually bought
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man next table is waiting
for wife to be back from whoring
my filipino friend tells me
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3,000 pairs
but not one
did i get to see
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Moab Music Festival
the music reverberates too
in the valleys of our heart
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last horse
echo of hooves
in the alleyways
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still at the cave of existence
we plod on with our breaths
our intelligence
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the sweetness
in colourful diversity
kek lapis
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