Only fourteen days to the new moon, and I missed a call, listening to the 9th Symphony, from the pass office. Was it the sound of my keyboard? As I recall, I didn’t write my poem yesterday. Gold was the key to a good night’s sleep and now the leaves are wet with intent. Be careful of the turquoise cylinders, they empty the tides and leave delusions at the L’Ambroisie to be analysed. Crush your egret heart like a cigarette, no offal to spare, back turned fireworks carving an atlas from the knife. Like who I was listening to at sunrise? The seed in the firebox is a chamber pot. The pill in the icebox is a flowerpot. Topaz is the key. A molar for an eye. An incisor is fine. Twelve clicks to an eternity’s rest. No departure from the withered tree in heaven drowning the silent spring of life.
Iain Lim Jun Rui is a Mass Communications diploma graduate from Ngee Ann Polytechnic and an aspiring poet and filmmaker. He is a winner of the Love Poetry Competition (piece forthcoming in Love at the Gallery anthology) and finalist in the National Poetry Competition 2017 organised by Poetry Festival Singapore. He is published in the ASINGBOL anthology and SingPoWriMo 2016: The Anthology, and has upcoming works in SingPoWriMo 2017: The Anthology, The Utama Review and Twin Cities anthology.