power-cut

12/03/2012
night fell©papa osmubal

night fell©papa osmubal

power-cut
iris fan

wind stopped as
the clouds settled
on the blue surface
outlines of
tower and bridge
night fell
in the architect’s office
his pencil skated away
on the dark frozen sea

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i’m your secret

12/03/2012
blooming in slow motion©papa osmubal

blooming in slow motion©papa osmubal

i’m your secret
iris fan

you recognize me
only in dreams
a black dahlia
blooming in slow motion
before your eyes

down with the water horse
I lure you in tangled weeds
broken mirrors, see the many faces of
the past flashing by

I’m born to oppose, to conceal
to bury, not be seen

I’m your secret
though my hair is not
deep enough
for you to hide in


lost in the afternoon

12/03/2012
but there's further to go©papa osmubal

but there's further to go©papa osmubal

 

lost in the afternoon
iris fan

(we intentionally take the road less traveled by)

walking in banyan woods by the lake
I trace the buttresses to avoid stumbling
meditate on their disappearing into the earth
it’s like facing the dead end in a maze
but there’s further to go

you know that

winter metasequoias standing steady in the water
I wonder at the strength of their trunks below
how firm they must be to resist rotting

after the breeze our reflections together again

but our shadows
later cut by the neon light
merging into the peak hour traffic


june

12/03/2012
sometimes it rains, sometime the sun burns©papa osmubal

sometimes it rains, sometimes the sun burns©papa osmubal

 

june
iris fan

sometimes it rains at dawn
not really awoken by the sound on the awning
lick the drop of water on your lips
you think you’re tasting snowflake

sometimes the sun burns your book
you look at the pages becoming ashes
how youth is letting down
on sleepless nights
on torn out flags

in that hungry utopia

you wish you could be
a wordless tree
standing in the moonlight
wish you would be healed


conspiracy on gou si duk– ex

12/03/2012
drowning©papa osmubal

drowning©papa osmubal

conspiracy on gou si duk– ex
mary wong hou lam

the point of passing drew near

eyes passed
shoulder to shoulder
back to back

then distance between lengthening

the girl your arm
around her shoulder
an outsider
made small by a history
she imagined profound
like Swan lake

in the moment of passing
we are one
only we knew
she couldn’t
or that just a second later
love was gone again between us

we were over it
she was drowning

I’m harmless, really I am


girls’ dorm in summer holiday

12/03/2012
in a long quiet corridor©papa osmubal

in a long quiet corridor©papa osmubal

girls’ dorm in summer holiday
iris fan

started on a certain day
then one by one
as if programmed
people were gone with their belongings

the only one who remained
sweating in a room of cockroaches
opened the door and found
her slippers echoing
in the long quiet corridor

then she heard something
a jungle drum beat
around the corner

but the door was locked
she leaned forward and
kneeled down to peer into
the key hole

curtains drawn
a record player
playing on the floor
under the window sill
it was then the building began to float


lost in the afternoon

12/03/2012
shadows cut by the neon light©papa osmubal

shadows cut by the neon light©papa osmubal

lost in the afternoon
iris fan

(we intentionally take the road less traveled by)

walking in banyan woods by the lake
I trace the buttresses to avoid stumbling
meditate on their disappearing into the earth
it’s like facing the dead end in a maze
but there’s further to go
you know that

winter metasequoias standing steady in the water
I wonder at the strength of their trunks below
how firm they must be to resist rotting
after the breeze our reflections together again

but our shadows
later cut by the neon light
merging into the peak hour traffic