By | 30 June 2008

Midnight Market:

when old women have reclaimed

s(h)aved bamboo sticks for pineapple

cow carvings & stinky tofu

when only KTV lights

chase each other

& streetbulbs cased in plastic flowers

have dimmed to match sky

we lift up skin plastic bags

for our bazaars where fruit stands

& customers dropped them

we scrape mango from pits

banana from skin

throw flesh into vast sewers

that sometimes overflow

& drown our night metropolis

before we can return

to our daylight suburbs

imperfect finished walls

loose bric(k

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