okay, explanation for the blog title. its from one of my favourite poems:
by grace chua
not fantastic, just reflected light.
i wish i had your second sight,
but all i am is seconds late. you race ahead,
i'm just delayed, bouncing off you
and stumbling into walls
in my haste. i'm such a waste
of time, forever
skulking in your shadow, now and then i fall
through windows, beaming, and all
i do is hurt myself. slowed
by my own medium, trying to catch
the uncertain sunshine of your smile.
oh, this daylight no one can save.
2. neon gods
following the wrong god home
like hansel or gretel, crouched
in a cage of your own making,
a birdcage made of light that lingers
down your interlocking fingers
down the bridge of your nose, doing a flip
and careening down your spine.
give me that look. you give me chills.
restless young angel
smashing lightbulbs to fight the darkness
with shards of broken glass.
you used to be
now you're just
in the dark.
i'm sorry, we all make
that sort of mistake,
it was just
of the light
SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES:
STEP RIGHT UP
STEP RIGHT UP
the oldest game, the greatest show
never ask me how i know
never ask how tricks are done
that would ruin all your fun
soda sluts and candymen
showtown girls and caravans
high up, on trapezia
take me from the world tonight
mirages masking shades of grey
live fast, nothing gold can stay
are you going to the fair?
will you help to get me there?
don't ask strangers for directions
little girls, whose indiscretions
lead to nasty shocks, may cry.
no one tells the truth: they lie
in the gold of rainbows' ends.
here nobody makes amends.
defloweration and diffusion
carouselling in confusion
senses gape at bright illusion
don't rub the magic lamp the wrong way