Time to Go

February 22, 2015 at 8:25 am (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)

tossing through

the yellow room the ship of shadows

in all this talk of trains…

to see pink buildings sail the sky

you can’t miss them

buzzing through in a taxi’s

butterfly flight

where blue red green

and others you’ve seen

bring you back home

in an orange steamer’s dream

blowing in the afternoon.

– Dominic Alapat

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Asleep

February 7, 2015 at 7:30 pm (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)

in the afternoon

there was such a noise

in my head

it took me a while

to realise

a train was passing through it

and this is what it said:

Dominic dice the moon finely

into a bowl

squeeze the sun onto it

crush a handful of stars

pour everything

into a glass

and drink Dominic

drink till you begin to dance.

– Dominic Alapat

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