Touch knows
A certain flow
Plot shows
A cast that grows
Feel tints
A poignant mint
Thought lints
A lively hint
Leon Enriquez
05 April 2020
Singapore
D-aybreak has just begun
I-n the early beacon's light;
A-nother dawn has broken,
N-ew morn sets things
A-right.
P-ure delight and mirth
A-re far away from cry;
G-leam has started to shine
U-nderneath the wide sky.
I-n the slow break of day
R-ise of the sun begins;
I-n the zenith's waiting area,
G-lints make some sense.
A-n early show of day denies the lonely twilight;
N-ovember eighth morn, coal black clouds turn white.
G-ray, dark and blue
A-re nowhere in sight;
L-anes in the space above
A-re all burning bright.
N-ight cold chill disappears, while warmth carries fun;
G-loom comes to an end, daybreak has just begun.
F-irst morn of December
L-ets you wake up early;
O-pening both your eyes,
R-ealizing the dawn's glory.
E-vening shadows disappear,
N-ew day begins to break,
C-rimson ray in the blue sky
E-liminates the heartache.
G-leams from the wide lane
E-rase the saddest plight;
N-o more mist and haze,
G-lints have just left the night.
U-nderneath the heaven,
A-nother blissful big event
L-ets the sun shine so bright
I-n the very special moment.
Z-enith welcomes the beacon, saying good-bye to the moon;
A-s the twilight passes by, I bring a birthday balloon.
A hot tongue, voodooed soul.
Determined, a small and nameless bird.
My teeth, my teeth too shy for bones,
My words too old for stones.
My spine lights for batten eye,
a half-shoulder caramelling othercold.
Spit thick.
Mouths on your hands,
they go to party icing, they chew their meat,
Carry thin sticks.
Fishy minds swished in dishwaters
Spooned from each sea.
O, brainy Atlases.
How you hold your lumpy lints,
your tumbleweeds wet wares
of women sipping the night,
hair chewed as treegums.
I'm the night train.
Chuff-chuffing you away, my tender bump!
We leave a trail a sigh.
We feed the baby birdie beaks open wide
as we sail by.
We toss gold like rice and diamond,
puddled skipping pebbles.
But you,
you've made me a ring of brick.
You've made me a house
of the best styrofoam.
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