Saturday, October 22, 2005
saturday 12:07am
' ____ biscuitas, mon amor.
on my island of hope
in that million dollar hotel
(reprise)
white plastic farm animals
white stepping stool
square tables stacked in 3s
in only one shophouse level
(125A Telok Ayer - 2nd floor)
and everytime,
i say too much
white letter box,
and the paint,
is peeling
and everything,
comes into a (creme) slow
movement of the french connection
or something like
"vittel with cassis"
its just you & me
on my island of hope, biscuitas
rows of books
lines of brave foot soldiers
the books gave me much more
some,
typewriters
oh yes, Polaroids
and view-master please
i could just sleep there
matching stools
quaint matchboxes of books
' _______ my wait & patience
thankyou Mister God!!
i see old tin boxes too
and crates that have sailed
from far-away, maybe
a cup of warm tea
in my condition,
i hope
i get to read a book
that says,
"thankyou Mister God!!"
ak
