the pencil poems

copyright, mis_nomer

Sometimes

Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Sometimes it feels like my heart has gone
on a holiday, sun-bathing on a tropical beach
under coconut trees nailed with warnings
of falling coconuts that never come true.
Sometimes the sky seems extra blue,
the lilt in the voice, a melody of a yellow humming bird
soaring above the humdrum of diesel generators,
above foul mouth mahjong players
in the dead of the night.
Sometimes I laugh
A ripple, hilarious
Toppling all
Philosophy
And the body
is found
together.