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Midnight Light
by Lao Friday, Mar 31 2006, 1:01pm
international / prose/poetry / literature

artwork, Sarah Howell
artwork, Sarah Howell


Midnight light
in its absence
of things
is warm
bouyant with nuances
like foetal growth (and apparent death)
is soft
like cormorant's wing
and safe
as spinal cords

Somewhere in its shiny
forms and dreams are born/e


With total disregard

for Lee
I nestled back into
the acridity
of an old colonial terrace
full of asian match-men
and received a discourse
on the bamboo
(only available in China)
hand painted porcelain bowl
treble refined opium
(that came in red cellophane packets)
wick trimming
and height/orientation of
flame to bowl.

I produced the compulsory
smile of the neophyte
and reclined.

It was miraculous to see
thin peals of smoke carry
through the ceiling.


Elephants shit like ten-pin bowls
scoring a strike with every roll.

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