could

13Jul09

i could, but i never did.

someone else did, though. and i must say, i really loved it.

i hope you don’t mind me reposting your poem (:

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i could write a poem at 3 plus plus am.
siying goh

i could write a poem at three plus plus am,

(with my laptop searing my lap –  an irony for an invention)

say, for example, about something I know,

because the director said, “only because you know, then does it hold truth.”

like for now, I know

all thieves’ song — haunting and beautiful but

is stealing my attention away,

turn and turn again,

pilfering my passport to the inspiration of

a three plus plus am poem. (switch it off)

let’s start all over again.

a little gathering on saturday with no less than 20 people perhaps?

(i’m not good at numbers, remember)

and two hours, i felt quite

okay, that’s the word.

a word that could be terrifying for others

i haven’t quite forgotten I quite like to yodel

especially so after a night of

walking on hooves (feet curved and contorted)

and sex-selling or the over-the-top diplomatic smiles

you see all too often from the length and breadth of

everything you label media –

and now skypeme pops up and i sort of, sort of

rolled my eyes. another stupid boy.

stupid boy must be the best  conjuctive words I’ve heard

for quite a while. so let’s have a go again.

OH STUPID BOY.

and no, that’s not how my three plus plus am poem is going to end.

(but because it’s three plus plus am, going onto four am)

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