Closer

yellow smears
sunken red
like titanic tipped
on flames tepid- we were
dashing across an ocean
of bluegrey skies. you
know the drill then, the
train terminates here.

it's yishun at 6.37pm
leaning by travail
and drag; the disposal
is common-
of passengers, languid
onto the boardwalk
elevated on airs. there
is no exchange
here.

a quick glance- the clock
ticking off to
the next advent.

and the edges disintegrate
as the train speeds
away without us
into the sprawling condos
(a modern colour
shooting skywards)
then negotiating
dappled H-D-B flats.

a brush of red and white
spins us around. hair
sprangled, eyes
quiet and the knowing
grin that home
is nearer
every minute.

but before my mind's eye
could capture this
journey home, the
train is rushed
towards the horizon.

the column of air it leaves beside
the platform collpases-
feels me with void.


cuRRent...jer  ¶ 7:30 pm