Wrote a poem: You gave me a kiss
You gave me a kiss But, later, a hiss
Did you know It can't be hidden
I hope you find something beneficial here
You gave me a kiss But, later, a hiss
Did you know It can't be hidden
I recount the people who have left my life.
Let me recount recent deaths:
You call my art Degenerate And say you don't exagerrate
Hey now, mister You sure seem sinister
The word “Carna” means “meat” in Italian language. Hence, “Bottega de Carna”, or “shop of meat”.
I find it interesting to compare “carna”, in Italian, with “carnal” in English.
Under the shade of a tree A bee buzzed by my ear It was a boiling-hot day But the bee was still working
And I wondered to myself, How long until the bee drops dead, And does its queen Miss this hardworking bee When its hardworking segmented body finally crumbles?
The Central Public Library has been undergoing renovations for a year, and counting.
It can be tempting to spiral into pessimism, but I make effort to look for encouraging signs of new growth, and for the caresses of the breezes of Spring.
Slayer Cold and heartless, she kills the one who supports her.
Thief Steals from her husband.
I have been pondering the cosmopolitan nature of street-names, or place-names, in Singapore recently.
For example:
During a durable durian season Tourists carefully took a taste Oh! Wheezing and sneezing Some abstained