31 December 2012

Here, in pouring rain, the night is kicking in;

in the rear, making an effort to enjoy the glass of cold Stout,

right elbow swollen, maybe by

the morning effect of too many chords of E,A, B,

about as much as the keyboard can manage in near retirement.



Here, in pouring rain, peering through the mosquito netting,

a frog comes to wish me a happy new year, a two leg kissing,

I thank her; maybe, she just wants mosquito cuisine

Ai Hwa is out, the norm, Henry, Rhiannon in Subang Jaya.

I phoned to remind them to go quiet in the night



Here, in abating rain, I hear dog, neighbour bark

then quiet comes back; or maybe no;

before the rain, thinking it retired at the wrong time,

making an attempt to arrange the rhythm of the oncoming new year, here