CY@CY Says Welcome to my dreamscape. Where a Lim is also a Ling.

Choosing good durians My sixty-six-year old hands Get poked with pinholes

The name I think of After the phone stopped ringing The inventor Bell

Monkeys run around Foraging from tree to tree Driven by hunger

A dark moonless night Lightning streaks across the sky The girl shrieks in fright

GrabFood delivers My order of a pizza Drenched by the rain

He trembles in fear At the sight of the needle The nurse wears a smile

Mud prints on the porch His cat is at it again Chasing little birds

A hot moonless night A drunkard sings his heart out Letting go his hurt.

Beautiful sunset A very cold monsoon wind Raising our goosebumps.

A stifling morning I leave lots of DNA On my coffee cup