Deathwho knows

 

Death<!>

As sure as the sunset,

numbers at the end of the day,

the Mother River continues to flow,

bother not nor carrying sorrows <?>

Where is the end I say,

who knows <?>

Living in the 2nd Year of Covid-19, Mantin, May, 2021

fat man's life. A good life.

 

There there the end of this road,

the orange is swallowed,

the gathering clouds are ready to cry.

These wheels ain't taking me there, I’m turning,

back home for a bowl of rice,

or two , the smiles of the children and the nagging wife.

A fat man's life. A good life.

Driving Home, Semenyih, February, 2021

This old clock is right twice

 

I feel grey before my age, I feel old before I pace,

I stand hunch yet I stand tall,

What was that date I cannot recall?

The spinning washing machine, is better that the orange lit evening,

I am wise,

This old clock is right twice.

Feeling old in Office, Kuala Lumpur, February, 2021

Strangers and the night

Strangers and the night, these pavements are wide,

a sip of beer, some hot noodle soup alongside,

smile at faces I am not seen, ride on roads that I’ve not been,

walls grown taller than my TV screen,

a plane window, a train window, a calm lake with a bridge,

or a fridge?

calculator and sign languages to bargain fakes,

or is it sub-titles? staying home like the head doctor said,

this sofa is good, and I am half awake,

sane, insane or opaque?

Wait......

What year is it today?

Staying at Home, Mantin, November, 2020