10 May '13, 11am

A moving, disconcerting poem on his father's passing by Yeow Kai Chai | "Rehearsals For Departure"

Scourge and succour: The body lies here, but am I still? Clutch the ________ where the phantom pains. Kill it, or soothe it. * The stillness of him, as grammar. Still the same face and eyes. (Comes and goes) The same rancid smell of urine. (Windows closed) Still the same breaking leg. (Luck's running out) Still the beats. (Face the music) The smell of shit. (On my hand) Still the jitters. (Still the jitters) * Still. Twitch. Zilch. * Feed and breed. Sleep and shit. Window opens and door closes. Pop out and up in smoke. A parataxis of items in no particular order. * Then: Then takes the chicken-hearted out when least expects it. And then is back. Cluck. Cluck. Cluck. Pop back to reality, then fucks it all up and for a while shutters up and there's that too. Chicken feed. You've sucked me dry. Then. Shit. * Father, all eventual departures depend on it: None we could salvage,...

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