Spring doesn't forget Malaysians!



冬雪三尺

朋友說紐約的花都盛開了。
是的,我在紐約時報上看見
那裡的女人与郁金香
和春天爭艷。
她們不怕冷。

而我們這裡
失序的季節,是誰
一手遮天?
落葉無聲墜下,
明福之冤深冬雪三尺
這裡常年帶孝的女人
不再照鏡,因為
春天不來。

春天還沒來。





Poem for Monday - Open, O Sesame.


Once a passionate and devoted collector of art
Opened his cave of treasure to Ali Baba
Choose anything you fancy.
Pick one, insists the self-taught connoisseur.
Ali Baba was caught in a sudden dilemma,
for he preferred gold than any art form of make-believe.
He then pointed at a bag of gold coins.
How about this?
It is the best trompe l'oeil in my collection, laughs the collector.
It cost me exactly the same amount of gold coins painted on the canvas.
The collector’s revelation only confirmed Ali Baba one thought:
He has entered the wrong cave.
Or maybe the cave was a flawless facade by a Sunday painter.

Open, O Sesame.
Only the disciples of Magritte knows the trick of the spectacle.

Poem for April Fool - Air Art Championship

By chance, I have learned about the Air Guitar Championship
where the rocker's tailored instrument entertained the agitated crowd.
The make-believe art has had a long history.
Wait a minute, I hear hoorays from the Air Art Championship.
It must be the Plato's cave which is hosting a party for our contemporaries.