Melaka #7 – The Final Walk/Milles Crepe

Café mocha milles crepe, black coffee Please. You could use a water, waiter thinks. Don’t care, my thought retorts. I want bitter Coffee, Hot as the day Mocha dessert Laced with bitter espresso dust Hidden by chocolate Like arsenic in sweet lemon tea – Just What is needed To solve the last problem. I commune […]

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Melaka #2 – The Second Walk

Everyone leaves the island: A walking mass of faceless faces Going to placeless places They needlessly need to be. (I walk in the opposite direction) This has always been. Only now waking up from dreams Just To see people, a walking sea? (In the opposite direction) Beyond the window of this dream, Allah calls out […]

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Melaka #1 – The First Walk

Along the riverside, boats flooded with passengers Power opposite my direction meandering around Until I find a bridge across. On the other side My ride awaits with luggage and books and …things to bring along with me after the walk. I feel a little suffocation, here, in the city Tourists and locals stare at me, […]

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Melaka #6 – Inside Ruins

Inside the ruins of St. Paul My heart will go on, Celine, Strummed on electric guitar Not chest poundingly, Just a Malaysian playing Fervently what he loves. Tourists listen, Untuned, Like my guitar, On a stand, In the corner Wondering about lessons Thirty years past. What do these ruins mean? What do these ruins mean? […]

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Melaka #5 – Listening, Lapping

Wakes’ waves lap gently this morning, Like a tired strait wanting relief from carrying the weight Of our detritus, debris and trash. It courageously returns some we have tossed out, Gathered in lines like fallen soldiers Being organized for shipment to Dover. “I have been carrying you for so long,” Laps the mouth of the […]

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Melaka #4 – Digging History

What do we do with history that possesses us When we want to possess our history? Where do we begin telling a story That has slain our fathers In gutters, and mothers, alone, Imagine tongkangs of passengers Arriving to explain heritage Set aside like pieces of poetry Not written by anyone, but there For the […]

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Melaka #3 – Crabs Climb Trees

What sense to be made of this? Crabs climb trees and fish find life rafts on sticks. We form a tiny commune of reflection, The Malaysian, the Kiwi and me. What do you think, sir? The fish come up to the surface to breathe. What do you think ma’am? The river is so polluted, something […]

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