Kim Cheng Boey Biography

The house and yard dressed in a skin of ash.
It was raining embers, the night air thronged
with giddy petals that swirled
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I'm sitting on my haunches, balancing
the weight of my body on the balls of my feet,
rocking a little in the nipping night air
out on the roof of a hostel on Broadway.
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In the exhibition poster stands J.S. Bach,
dusty and grimed, but unbroken, unscathed,
in a poise graceful, his air baroque,
as if the bombardiers wanted him saved
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for Win Pe

While the quivering blue note of dusk
lasts, we lie in our rooms, bound
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Another place, another life, another book,
we go on without a return ticket, on the trail
of the vanished song, the elusive lines unlocking
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