Horse Poetry 4: Sian · 8:48am Jun 29th, 2015
in Singapore we have an expression. 'Sian' which means basically to feel bummed out. Except the feeling is somewhat stronger (and more aggressive) with the slang. Times like this I really admire the ability of language to adapt to different cultures; keeping its former dignity, while attaining a new one with the change.
So yeah, I had a pretty sian day. Quite a lot of mishaps, but nothing devastating. I suspect that's going to be kept for later. I'm already squirming with guilt inside just thinking about it. [Sigh] I promise, one day, I'll make up for it...
Have some PinkieDash:
Scraping of Speed and Streamers
1. Rainbow of only one shade
I met the mare of my dreams.
She was sitting there, tickled pink as I passed…
the one that cut me at the breams
but still sang of joy down the streams
I wanted her so bad.
I wanted to give up my life for her tongue
at my ear, whispering, “It’s okay, don’t be sad,
it’s the funny faces you do, that make you mad.”
Only that that radiance had long cracked
That love unchangeably stacked
against love about to leak.
2. Farting balloons
I met a mare who was gorgeous.
She made sure things went the way
they were meant to be. Never cautious,
just to rub a mare the wrong way
with her brash implosions like cordial
to my lips. Pulling at me to betray
the inside of a drum that is porous
to doubts of ponies as sweet as hay.
That’s when I reached the chorus.
I knew I couldn’t stay.
One day this dance will break the corpus
finding warmth more than they’ll ever say.
