what the hokkien mee said to the prata

thus said the hokkien mee to my prata:
hello hello do you want my kopi- o
one for two, two dollars, three for four, ten or more
so i say i dont want to eat pizza quatro

lelonglelong see my nice nice vegetables
fry in onion fry in less oil ask for more salt
metal pan, wooden span, hit the plastic chopping board.
bang oops my finger drop into the malt.

more sugar more finger see the kopi turn
stir and stir, swish and gurgle, thats not blood lah just some spaddle-
EEEK goes the lady buying hokkien mee,
so my prata pizza kopi-o got no more fiddle.



lotsa thanks to bingwen who provided the title for this poem-song thingy. yeah try reading it out loud its FUN!

love

everyword you say, i keep telling myself - you're saying it to me, gazing deep into my eyes.

id hate to tell me this, but i have little fairies dancing in front of me. They're adorned with sparkling jewels, blinding me with their splendour, dazing me with their song. that music i hear in your voice, that sparkle i see in your eye; it's nothing, really - stupid fairies.

but it's the fairies that put a smile on my face; it's the fairies that add that jive to my step. it's the fairies that keep me alive; it's the fairies that keep me dreaming. tango with them fairies, and the world seems alot easier to swallow. my heart tells me that i can't bring myself to run away from them.

so i've decided, i won't chase them fairies away, not anytime soon. and maybe i'll keep dreaming and dreaming and dreaming.

abandon

drunk with ecstasy
singing with liquor-breath
bold, wild, daring.

swaying, fraying
killing sober,
drowning sense

happy. free.
reeking of false
moments,

just for a moment.


- 22nd October 2004

dream

flitting across nets
weaving through chains
fettered to the soil
earthed by ropes
and wires bound
the horizon blue

with the free sky
the cheap clouds
and bargaining birds.


- 21st October 2004