john tiong chunghoo Poems

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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we will never ever understand god
his plans are played out
day after day like a song
in the layout of buildings
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i pluck out all those gigantic
words in a dictionary with the wish
to write a high brow poem
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swaying with her umbrella
while keeping her skirt down
the monsoon
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i look at him
and he looks at me

i wish to take him
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