Andrew Lee Poems

I hugged my young child closely.

Tears dried the dirt
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May She keep close.
Closer than our translucent skin.
She comes from the sky within,
consoling, faceless, but appreciates more faces
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Part I

The pebbles have no names or status divide,
and appear religious in their special way.
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Somewhere inside is another world,

not witnessed since the Bright Flash or Big Bang.
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Can you feel and touch a voice that's trailing behind

a gray sunray, almost like a twin of e. e. cummings
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Did I regret letting the moonlight burn

my haiku hut, changing it into a strange place
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It's rumoured that the world of Finnegans Wake is nightmarish and messy, crumpled up like a huge strawberry pie, which insomniac children love to dip their thumbs into... until I become headless while mating.

Yes, you read correctly. I become headless while making love. Sounds more surreal and terrifying than the dreamscape of Finnegans Wake...
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Can an iron-proud haiku convince himself
to quietly blossom in the middle of the night
into self-effacing jasmines
that dance in a ripple of laughter?
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I was browsing the news reports via Channel News Asia
and was shocked to find a news article on a 24 year old girl
afflicted with serious Brain Tumour and bedridden,
leading a near-vegetative existence.
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It rests idly, half-twisted,

somewhat weird and contorted
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