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  • Anxious Poets Society
    • Aug 20, 2018
    • 1 min read

Abstractions from New Year’s Agoraphobia


memory comes as rumour or ruse

blessed sleep two days from death I roll into an office dressed in blue a fulltime job in the giant machine

yesterday’s crowds already forgotten

scribbling papers into encryption

the fireworks are set up too early

I tense my back before the first shot

when the minister spoke is unclear

I shake a hangover out of my ear

today I got stared at by forty people

there is a tadpole stuck in my wrists

man alarms dog with loud button

the dog breaks into its own house

an intruder in the inner sanctum

I am trying to keep quietly calm

 

Valen Lim is based in Singapore and can be found writing at http://uglystage.com.

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