rain me three minutes i will blow up this grief.

hong kong breathing down the nape of my neck.

how silly kneeling at the foot of your airspace.

t10 come home howling with a familiar shape.

tomorrow i will shut down the mark six.

i’ve had it with your charity ball-going gentry.

if you build one more mtr mall i will ugly cry.

communal screaming at this sorry-ass library.

philanthropic election-making hand.

colony are you trying to be absolute?

i will starve in your absence.

your concrete clouds and your humid money,

your grey breathing museum.

seen it once you’ve seen it all,

no space for vegetables i am eating you alive.

silence your archives i remember.

rule of law i remember.

whatever rebellion. whichever neon wet market.

rise to bless the currency of sins

& the municipal will inherit the earth.