Grace C.
14 October 2009 @ 07:52 pm
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Said vulgar creature
has had its revenge
I can no longer look at shellfish
without an imagined itching
coming to plague my eyes.

Oh you kamikaze bivalves
how long must you wait
how many of your compatriots die
till I succumb to

(damn, a black beetle bites)

a blue-fainting spell
from which I'd never awake?

 
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Grace C.
11 October 2009 @ 09:24 pm
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Tonight
I swallowed a vulgar creature
of the sea shore
its pungent vicera
sliding wetly down my throat
masked by the sharpness of lemon
I'm sorry that your destiny
is such as to end
in the belly of a giant
who does not appreciate
your flavour.
 
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Grace C.
22 September 2009 @ 05:15 pm
Poem: Malacca  
Malacca
By G.

Again I am your proxy
in this return to sepia-stained days
that you insist I remember
That of course I remember
as though repetition will make it
any more true

this is the truth:
I remember the time
where we bathed in the silty sea
shallow mud sucking at our heels
I even remember the odd sticks of meat
stuck into the roiling boil, reappearing again stark white
the taste ever so different on my tongue
How about that red building, you told me
your aunt met and married a dutchman
how the wedding was a surprising clash
of cultures like biting down and finding
barley-lemon jelly beans
odd

as i close the door whilst you close your eyes
resting in a room dusted with dusk
new creases in an old brow
Don't forget to go there
As if I were you, one last time
Visiting as though never again

I haven't the heart to tell you
that I don't remember

I hadn't been born yet.

 
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