COOLWHITEMOOD

Easy banter

Masks the serious

Intent

Like the drumbeats

Drown

The stillness of the well

The hoot of the owl

Heralds the demise of the unfortunate fieldmouse

As the rudderless ship

Ploughs into

The hospitable reef.

CWK

What’s a bookshop?

Ask Little Tommy

Grandpa looks up

So did Granny

Mummy’s flustered.

Go ask Daddy!

Colin said

In a soft voice that

It’s a place where books are kept.

Where people like you and me

Used to go when we are sad

Now all you read

Are on the screen

In the past

Words and pictures are kept

In pages and pages

Printed on paper

Not in digital

It’s hard to imagine

That people were physical

With arms and legs

And all things quizzical

Tommy looks up

His eyes intrigued

His head encased

In glass so slick

His family all arrayed

On a shelf

So neat.

So deep.

Lost in Hanoi

Uncle Ho

Help me please

I’m in a traffic quagmire

But I’m not crossed

Just perplexed

Aiyah!

Anyhow cross lah

What the heck!

SMACK!

A bicycle wheel

Lodged in my ball sack

Kenny Chan

Happy Father’s Day

Dad

I am what I am

Because of who you are

Not a Prime Minister

Nor a King

But a simple man

Who sacrificed a lot

With the little you had

To give me a life

Rich with wisdom

And a crazy view of the world

You shaped my moral compass

You taught me to forgive

To live and let live

I wish I was a better son

But to you

You have won

Thank you

Dad

I love you

Black into white

The colours flow

Finally turning

White

By the absolute

Arbiter

Sayang eh

It starts with a blank

Continues with a bang

Ending with a yelp

And a cry.

It's a boy!

CWK