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A fish gotta swim
A heart gotta think
A brain gotta feel
This book gonna open*
Kronos Quartet ~ Anon
Rambutan Dreaming
A kiss on a Friday.
A bite from sharp teeth does the job
Sweetly nesting juices flood my gob
Firm tender tearing, wetly squirting
Roughly tongue probing not hurting
Eating rambutan is like a good fuck
All the better with a bowlful to suck.
Afternoon languishes richly scented
Beneath a grey sky’s canopy tented.
Sultry air’s veil hiding love’s plunder
Eager for the rudely shocking thunder.
The rushing embrace of a cool blast
Drowning rain’s wet kisses are past.
The day’s lust is too quickly spent
It’s brass gong beaten and well bent
Nacre glints encrust evening’s shade
The feast table of night is gently laid.
The guest of sleep will join me soon
Oh ageless quean, my mistress moon.
She who in night’s adorning comes to me!
She who only my closed eyes clearly see!
She who kisses my heart with parted lips!
She who holds me in the span of her hips!
She who offers me imaginable body’s bliss!
She who is mine till dawn; I’m sure of this!
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A boa coils replete like concrete turds
Upon a moulded tree, a few silly birds
The zodiac’s not so heavenly it seems
Reduced by progress to trivial memes
Traffic lights turn green and off we race
To match a workday jam’s snail pace.
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A sextet of thoughts, couplets wrought
On what life near seventy has brought
Thunder stage left, the bats are flying!
Somewhere out there people are dying
He sits listening to some Riley chords
A heart turning gently to other Wards.
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Beatum Vitam!
Terry Riley ~ Diamond Fiddle Language ~ Stefano Scodanibbio
Kuching April 2013
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On waking from a slightly drunken sleep
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Before that darkest night falls between us
I would wish to be on your hilltop Mistress Moon
to know the world as you would
see it hear it love it.
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In such a high and caring place
those dull beasts we know will tear the world apart
cannot thrive, but as mocking blazons
writ clear on our shields.
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There has never been peace
in your realm where all is right for all
but I too can vouch that anyone who wishes
can make that perfect place for one alone…
…for now.
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Kuching
June 9 2013
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New Riddles for a Sphinx #1
A gentle serpent
nests in the why of my heart.
A year of rain ~ so quickly drenching and so soon gone
A year of blossom ~ exploding anew each papaya dawn.
A year of fleeced blue sky ~ every sun-ruled day reborn
A year of peace all mine to grasp ~ a year I’m not alone.
A year of life ~ a banquet set to please a self unknown.
A year of hope ~ for husbanding seeds later to be sown.
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Time has passed, wound slowly through wet evening air
Finding the sanctuary it sought in a nesting serpent lair.
Darkness a comfort dispelled by daylight’s basilisk stare
Serpentine meanderings are it’s unfolding diurnal prayer.
Time’s wind, passes not easily but stripped illusion bare
My gentle boa abides aloof waiting for a chance to snare.
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In another time in other faces behind a moon lit masque
Resonating lust expands beyond it’s constricting casque.
Quickly draining the sweet why of our being’s sad flask,
My serpent gazes fascinated, sated by a quaestor’s task.
It’s darkest urge to answer all the questions life will ask
Then savour being’s riddle in a cooling day’s brief dusk?
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Kuching May 2013
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SEN SUMEN
KALAYA SUMEN
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Lemons from Noojee there was
On the kitchen bench because
Your Mother has landed
Not at all empty handed
But with something easy to toss.
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A PLACE TO CELEBRATE 
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