Mixed Three Liners Poem by john tiong chunghoo

winter blue
a flash of white
on taxi's top

daymoon
sounds of scissors
from impatient barber

soon
a river that wont
reflect the moon

irked by her
constant shouts
to keep children quiet

storm
the gods paint
the whole sky grey

end-of-world news
the old lady
farts

power failure
lovers in bed
unfazed

after not meeting
for 20 years, recognising him
only by his goatee

after dinner -
the upbeat children
in the field

silver wedding anniversary
the guests ask whether
their divorced son has married

clinic
against the be-quiet sign
the mother shouts at her crying child

silver wedding anniversary
divorced son gives toast to
dad as role model

cricket's shrill
our warm conversation
in the japanese pub