Photopoems 3: Hong Kong Calling

My dearest morning call

In stagnance I unseathed
From my sheets
Breathing the stale gas plummeting into my nostrills
As the ciggies and wagons slowly trilled
Along

Through the window silts I hear
The passionate vibes fleeting into my ear
Scavening cats meowing
Ciggies smoking
Trash cans jumping
Coffee steaming
into
My veins

Good morning
This is your dearest Hong Kong calling

Bracelets

Fuse

the

Tears
of lukewarm teal
dashing across the mellow beal

Reels
of bittersweet poppies
swailing along the breezily trill and

Seal
the duo to a slender corridor
wearing
bracelet after
bracelet of alternating green and yellow
bracelets

Destinations

I floated through the corridors
Of the levitating bridges
A connection yet
A dichotomy between glamour and wilderness

Swaying dubiously as usual
Passing into a refreshing yet heedless crowd
In their shelter of safety
Oblivious of their destination
Oblivious of their destiny

In the interospective moments
Au fait with
The chiliness in the night breeze
The coolness of the limos cruising by
The coldness of the lingering shadows
The crispness of the rusted rails

I stride
Alongside the endless avenues of desire
Sometimes crying and struggling to balance

This is destiny not a destination

Good Night?

i see the

Speedy cadillac racing 

Exuberantly along the 

Lacing lanes to the auto-toll lane,

Edging past unhurried double-deckers. I see

Cabs

Trailing slowly, queuing

In line, their

Vibrant red backlights glimmering in my

Eyes

this is the Cross Harbour Tunnel

Radiating its white versus red vibes

Evening and

Day.

good night to the city that never sleeps

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