about dreams

26/03/2012
about dreams©papa osmubal

about dreams©papa osmubal

 

about dreams
fong keng seng

i
night is a unicorn of Mesopotamia
every night swallows a beautiful dream

ii
close the eye of the sun
night opens its lips
kisses my thoughts
I get pregnant
Giving birth to a dream

iii
starless night
I lie in the arms of night
a dream lies in my arms
the dream I hold takes up a string of memory
that I held in the arms of night picks up the
line of a poem

because of dreaming
there is night

I am a point outside your circle
never can I go your way
that’s why you are forever perfect
perfect as
the first dew
hatched of dawn

the dream I hold takes up a string of memory
that I held in the arms of night picks up the
line of a poem


trans. Athena Kong and Christopher ‘Kit’ Kelen

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i have something to say

26/03/2012
who?©papa osmubal

who?©papa osmubal

i have something to say
che sio peng

the first worship

comes from the infinite conversation to dawn
previous lives are a well of dead water
smoke of spirit
floats over the chaos

words are too hastily written
they can be song
but not poem
so
stars in chaos
their thin silver basin
look at each other, a habit
waiting for a great work
to hasten, to finish
for ages to come

time has aged
we surely are
A B C D
on stage for a moment
night off
dawn allows
the crows to continue the song
time has aged
we surely are
A B C D
On stage for a moment
night off
dawn allows
the crows to continue the song


trans. Athena Kong Sut Ieng and Christopher Kelen

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armageddon in cotai

15/12/2011
lion©papa osmubal

lion©papa osmubal

 

armageddon in cotai
athena kong sut ieng

night, starless
sky, inky
against the dark curtain

the winged lion landed on the arch
under his feet
lies the Rome built in days
at the moon’s eclipse
the lion bowed to the audience
opening his eyes to his enemy
across the bitumen river
dust, sand
twelve beasts stand on the planted forest
dividing the battlefields
the wordless lion stands confident
guarding his palace in wilderness
his prosperity in the desert


hypnagogia

26/06/2011
hypnagogia ©papa osmubal

hypnagogia ©papa osmubal


hypnagogia

athena kong

soft pillow, warm bed, purple blanket
are spells to the magic world
in three minutes
I become a fetus
floating

eyelids
screen fragmented trailers
I hear sound
under water
bubbles of words
burst before they enter my ears
pictogram flashes
flow out
like lava
snowflakes
a dragonfly
shooting star
slowly
I
dissolve
into
another
I
and
sink
deeper and
deeper
into
the dreaming
sea


one day I woke up without my head

26/06/2011
heads for sale ©papa osmubal

heads for sale ©papa osmubal


one day I woke up without my head

athena kong sut ieng

where’s my head?
where’s my head?
I feel my arms
and legs and neck
but where’s my head?
has it rolled under the bed?
or is it buried in the blanket?
I should go ahead and find my head
but I can’t see my head
without my head
let’s think about how to find my head
how can I think about that
with no head?
oh what should I do?
I cannot see I cannot think
there’s nothing I can do
looking for my head
is the greatest headache
I’ve ever had
and it makes me sad
to think – when I can’t –
about the headache
I can’t have


youth fading

26/06/2011
gaze carved with wisdom ©papa osmubal

gaze carved with wisdom ©papa osmubal


youth fading

athena kong

                  (response to “bitter smile” by Iok Man)

like clothes too much washed
losing colour
and courage

like shrimp shrunk
under the sun

fire
cools
blue
with every step

becomes a high-wire walk

is a pair of wings –
the bone withers
before the feathers grow


armageddon in cotai

25/06/2011
venetian casino at the cotai strip, macau ©papa osmubal

venetian casino at the cotai strip, macau ©papa osmubal

armageddon in cotai
athena kong

night, starless
sky, inky
against the dark curtain
the winged lion landed on the arch

under his feet
lies the Rome built in days
at the moon’s eclipse
the lion bowed to the audience
opening his eyes to his enemy
across the bitumen river

dust, sand
twelve beasts stand on the planted forest
dividing the battlefields
the wordless lion stands confident
guarding his palace in wilderness
his prosperity in the desert