take care of your books,
they catch the dust of your whimpers.
God is a cliché,
paring one soul and another.
someone says a rhyme is sublime,
they play tennis without a net.
After American Gods
This is the one where Titania actually visits a divorce lawyer after months of swanning around Bukit Timah, complaining about Oberon’s new lang suir mistress who gave him chlamydia.
Read MoreBored of the laser wars,
we throw on our silversuits,
hotwire a spacehawk,
and steal into the next system.
Starfields streak past our bodies;
a dance of celestial rain.
No-one knows. We’ll be back
before roll call.