Another poem

Dear readers,

it seems tkwek just can't stop writing poems this weekend! Here's a new one (: please remember to read 'the Secret', in the previous post!!

Citylink.

Danger. Awas. You scream

from every nook and cranny of your

crowded existence

that women in murderous stilettos

are at large, their sharpened heels ready to drive the

living daylights

out of mortal feet. Sometimes umbrellas

paint your marble face across with tracks of

                                                                unholy water

that the cleaner is left to mop up, and the

plastic sheaths you leave for them go

                                                blissfully unnoticed

in the light of every neon Christmas. Do

you ever gasp at, or with, the couples who stroll

                hand

                                in           

                                                hand

along your corridors? Sometimes I think

you, and only you, are the bravest Singaporean

not because you put up with the most passionate of our

                                                national sports

but because you stay awake. The playpen that our daytime

illusion of an office tower retreats to, you put up with our

                                                                childish tantrums.