From My Journal: Sunset, Etc

:1/09/2001

"I love sunset," you said

I hear hopes 
and the whole lot on my dining table 
while chewing breakfast 
I sing my childhood songs 

:31/10/2002

before sun is erased by night hands
my mother turn on all  the lamp-eyes 
in the kitchen, verandah and guest room 
she does really afraid of the past 
which is waiting in the dark 

:07/06/2003

sunset like orange juice tear from your glass 
and the night is its stains in table-cloth 

I come here try to find the pieces of glass 
that fall crash the white café floor;
glass that ever touch your lips, 
glass that ever kiss your lips, 

:21/12/2004

sunset enlighten 
swallow bird shadow 
fall on the sky shadow 
in puddle of your tears 

on the carpet of sands 
no more your shadow 
on top of my shadow

:08/04/2005

since sunset o’clock 
there is me in waiting room 
in my hands pages of a novel 
open someone's affairs 

night who come late
don’t bring any train 
that bring you 

:28/11/2006

Mountain of Saraung,
umbrella of a village 
sun crawls too hard 
come to the windows 

on a couple of lover 
who is cursed to be a wall-stone 
I see there is no sunset
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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