Comments about v.a. kuek
This Year For Valentine's
i want hugs, drinking bird kissies
the knowledge that you panic too
at the thought of the end of us.
'put on your dancing shoes,
i got gasoline for two.'
and i still want a toxic-orange house bus.
but you live sideways
inside a crack
at the bottom of a canyon.
and you keep your headphones on.
(sometimes, i leave food out
and wait to see
if i can catch a glimpse of you
and of how things could be) .
but like the panda who starts capering
at the camera man when he turns
(oh - his tired back) ,
we'd get old near each other, ...