Goodbye lullaby

Sing to me and take me to space.

Let me swim in stars and emptiness.
Let me swim, drown in your hazy voice.
Let me fly unto death, into happiness.

Sing to me and I shall sleep in space.

Neal Ym (Phalguni Y)
February 15, 2016

I’d prefer to not Rekal

I have poison envy for where I put words.
It has ceased to exist.
I have a desire to be so cos —
it can be gone,
and come back in a differen’ name.

So if life could be the same —
memories backed up;
and come back in a differen’ name.
Perhaps a suspended animation like an xml file.

I count on Elon Musk.
I get his pursuits, his endeavors.
Everything else is a saturation;
a dull,
a bore.

Bored?
Bored.
This fly trapped in life’s glass
wants to go to Mars.

But who am I foolin’; I know
when I come back from a holiday from life,
I’ll choose the same name
and the same old bitter memories —
I’ll choose the same game.

For the first HisColumn
Neal Ym (Phalguni Y)

April 2017