Trip Poem #6 – Singapore

Singapore

Singapore changes colors differently:

 

It begins on the water

Less light to flatter

The bean-shaped bay whose boats

Now foam a shadow wake

 

Then traffic and car lights whip on

Lights of movement and of caution

And of waiting

For some other’s turn to run

 

Next come the office and apartment lights

Spaces occupied by life

Delay

The onslaught of the dark

 

Now come spectacle lights

A gambol of cerulean hues

White lines unfurl on the surface

Of a curved lotus roof

 

Violet LEDs envolve

A swinging helix bridge

Bank signs flash their cyclops eye

Upon their vertical glass skin

 

Finally the sky swerves

Clouds lurch for the lack of light

Suck in their talcum chests

Until a cobalt belly shines

 

The last transformation

Into omniscient black

Travels through flesh-tones

Too familiar too carnal to watch

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