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Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Same foundations, smaller building,
Everything changed after the flood.
Arifin and Sharon moved away
Colin and Felix are here somewhere,
Indra’s ghost still walks the river.
Arifin used to be the spirit of the town,
But after the flood moved out of town,
He turned to god,
Bred some fish
Chased tail in the city,
Before finding an island to spread his roots
There he met someone and married,
He still dreams of the river
But she could never live there.
Sharon tried to make it in the city nearby
But she grew bored and flew away
Like a bird
One day unwittingly found herself nesting
She said it could never stop her travelling,
We haven’t seen her since.
Colin and Felix are playing snooker,
Both still bachelors but older
Now they must think about their families and futures
Their hearts grow heavier
Their eyes don’t shine like they used to.
Work is scarce , less tourists, fewer oragutan.
They live under the spell of a struggling paradise,
Roll it up and smoke it,
Play another round of billiard.
So kind and handsome
made many dreams come true
went missing in the flood.
Two weeks later they found him
hand in hand with this brother
hey only knew it was him because of the coconut necklace he wore.
His inn is rebuilt now run by family
There you’ll find a small boy
With his eyes and his name.
by thoughts I inflect a structure by which to hang stars
A machine to churn galactic mist into
symbols that bleed signatures of angels.
Worship this manifestation of devastating truth
that there be no other devil of casket intrusion.
By upward defining transgressions
of duplicitous carcinogens …
behold I am a disease called life
slowly consuming its own essence
arriving back at the beginning
to find I have gone nowhere
but inside my mind’s eye to fall
into reality once again;
A sign incomplete
A sound stopped mid sentence
A wound scabbed over only to be reinfected.