Thursday, May 19, 2011

Is This The Treatment Of Symptoms Or A Touch Of Divine

I spent the night looking at your form
at rest across the couch.
Not actually seeing,
just fitting memory to the shadows clinging
to the curves of your face
You were so close.
Night spies through these windows
The luminary throwing white on your warm body.
You said, "You haven't aged one bit!"
How can I?
When all I do is bask in distant memories of young love.
You;
flat-chested and fearless.
And I?
I still fight, flat-footed and faltering.
What pried your song from your heart?
Now all that remains are sighs in your sleep;
always in E-flat.

- Daryl Goh

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Could You Please by Javier Dunn



Freezes when the sun goes
You know it's coldest when you're not around
the temperature is dropping now
could you please hold me now

The city is a lonely place
With yours the only missing face
Missing you is such a waste
cause you don't even know me

It's just another down down down day
Wishing you would come down my way
It's just another cool game I play
Wishing you would come down my way

Another lonely foreign night
I'm bathing in the TV light without you
maybe things will be alright
in the morning

It's just another down down down day
Wishing you would come down my way
It's just another cool game I play
Wishing you would come down my way

Monday, May 2, 2011

Intimacy Is Not Measured By Distance

You are as close as the twitch on my eye while I sleep.
A breath and shiver in a frostbitten dream.
The quiver on my lip as your name hides behind my teeth.
These thoughts would not leave.

The crack in my voice becomes a chasm.
The distance between us does not separate.
I would murder the man who made a mind-reading machine.
Destroy all evidence that would incriminate.

On cloudless nights, when I am caught
in the depth and darkness of the skies,
I would spill my heart if you asked.
Like moonbeams cutting through city lights.

Point a questioning finger in the face of God,
Did you not say, Prophesy?
These words that drip from my heart;
Are they not yours?


Give me your yoke, and
teach me wisdom, your politic
Show me how to take the dust, the darkness,
and turn it into something good.

- Daryl Goh