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Taxi, Singapore, Ohio
By Lo Kwa Mei-en
Wife-beatered, bedroom burst with birds
and sons, my grandfather turns left on red
forever. We leave mainland for traffic or fish,
an island for snow, the hereditary list
to Away for his ghost taxi I never heard:
a quartet of poached songbird in the trunk.
In my mirror, I see the men I got drunk
off just breathing them, and tonight I wish
I took the well-trafficked kiss to market,
watched it sun and sell and darken
beside a silver moon of pomfret thanked
for flesh, for time. The fishmonger of me
walks home with a little fish a little empty,
but the next life will be landlocked, so we get
into a taxi and take somebody home
before that life surfaces: some snow, all stone
animals you cannot shoot, agree
-able species floated at the corners of yards.
We’ll ghost into a life like minor chords,
make rearview eyes at what could have flown—
as a taxi turns left on red, four songs shut
in the trunk, testing the border like a cut
so open we’ll know it forever, the words
that could have taken us home nowhere,
then brilliant, gone, fish sailing through air.
Original here => http://www.guernicamag.com/poetry/taxi-singapore-ohio/
« Celui qui désespère des événements est un lâche, mais celui qui espère en la condition humaine est un fou. »
— Albert Camus
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It wasn’t meant to end like this
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Robin: “Boy! That was our closest call ever! I have to admit that I was pretty scared!”
Batman: “I wasn’t scared in the least.”
Robin: “Not at all?”
Batman: “Haven’t you noticed how we always escape the vicious ensnarements of our enemies?”
Robin: “Yeah, because we’re smarter than they are!”
Batman: “I like to think it’s because our hearts are pure.”
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