Midnight Light
by Lao Friday, Mar 31 2006, 1:01pm
international /
prose/poetry /
literature
artwork, Sarah Howell
MIDNIGHT LIGHT
Midnight light clear in its absence of things is warm bouyant with nuances like foetal growth (and apparent death) is soft like cormorant's wing and safe as spinal cords
Somewhere in its shiny darkness forms and dreams are born/e delivering Options
LION CITY
With total disregard for Lee I nestled back into the acridity of an old colonial terrace full of asian match-men and received a discourse on the bamboo (only available in China) hand painted porcelain bowl treble refined opium (that came in red cellophane packets) wick trimming and height/orientation of flame to bowl.
I produced the compulsory smile of the neophyte and reclined.
It was miraculous to see thin peals of smoke carry tragedy through the ceiling.
ELEPHANTS
Elephants shit like ten-pin bowls
scoring a strike with every roll.
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