everyone's eating ginger plum pork chops i cook

s: i want to eat like a pig with you

t: yes, we must

Charlotte says:

Let's never come here again because it will never be as much fun.

do you see us?

people who are lost

how did we get lost?

people who are found

how do we be found again?

interlude

if we met tomorrow for the very first time.

the prof said:

"invest in other people's emotional account"

the ferret with the cherry pie hat didn't buy the idea. so he left.

maybe because people are such delicate creatures. 

but lili said: you know, like, we'd rather spill our guts out to a total stranger than to a lover, because, you  know, a stranger has never hurt or deceived us. and, we'd probably never see him/her ever again. no feelings. no agendas.

sing me a love song, and you might get a lolly, love.

devour the pain, love

the sky was pouring

as we were pouring our hearts out

wind blowing wildly, madly

thoughts wandering aimlessly

window crashing

did we crash?

white china shattering on the floor

and hearts, too.

silent talk

twenty-seven millions souls

lingering around

scattered all over

how do we choose

when we can't see any?

do you see me, inside out, love? (do you have a soul? do i?)

do you hear the music in my head sometimes, love?

i long to be myself again, if i may.

is it lonely?

is it lovely?

at the funeral

I've got to tell you
how I love you always
I think of it on grey
mornings with death

in my mouth the tea
is never hot enough
then and the cigarette
dry the maroon robe

chills me I need you
and look out the window
at the noiseless snow

At night on the dock
the buses glow like
clouds and I am lonely
thinking of flutes

I miss you always
when I go to the beach
the sand is wet with
tears that seem mine

although I never weep
and hold you in my
heart with a very real
humor you'd be proud of

the parking lot is
crowded and I stand
rattling my keys the car
is empty as a bicycle

what are you doing now
where did you eat your
lunch and were there
lots of anchovies it

is difficult to think
of you without me in
the sentence you depress
me when you are alone

Last night the stars
were numerous and today
snow is their calling
card I'll not be cordial

there is nothing that
distracts me music is
only a crossword puzzle
do you know how it is

when you are the only
passenger if there is a
place further from me
I beg you do not go

Frank O'Hara

anywhere you are..

i'm sorry

i just found out

it's been such hell

i wish you well

i'm sorry i wasn't there

when you needed me the most

i wish i could make it up to you

i can't love you

like before

but i do

love you

still

it'll past

it will turn into dust.

hi, bye, till then

god, i've never seen you sober
well, hello there

hello hello

it's been years
things been crazy

we went crazy

but we're alright now

i don't know

he missed you

but he's alright now

yeah, we are all alright now

i wish i can hug everyone now

me too

farewell hug

but we've just met

but we're going away too

oh my my

i know

you're still sad

but alright

alright

in the rain, chasing the rain

s: i'm on my way home

t: you chased the wain away

cos ma wished for the rain to calm down for me

oh no i didn't!

he said:

"the best things come from nowhere."

well darling, i don't know. 

i don't believe in magic. 

i don't believe in fairy tales. 

i don't believe in anything.

but i'd like to.

a change of air.

the morrow's sorrow

we wait

for april

for birthdays

for christmas

for deepavali

for easter

for father's day

for halloween

for labour day

for mother's day

for pi's day

for raya

for thanksgiving

for valentines

for tomorrow

to say our thanks

to apologize

to see fireworks

to give presents

to wear that red dress

to say a little prayer

to say that three words

to dine a little fancier

to buy momma flowers

to eat turkey and ketupat

to fly a kite

to be nice

lonely creatures we are

just, why not today?

goodnight, love

mistakes you haven't done

are peaches

the smell of dying roses

on a rainy day

flickering lights

reoccurring dreams

and as tempting as

all forbidden things are

sitting by the pond, with a glass of rose

overheard yesterday: she's god's problem now.