FLO 026 - A Singapore Underpass
Heng Siok Tian - My City, My Canvas
Is my canvas a surrealscape of a slim city
slowly coated with melting cheese
where there are clowns with broken legs,
jugglers balancing on shaky stakes,
children spinning on top of whales
growing up to be adults with briefcases
on top of flying clocks?
I want to hiss a snake out of a kettle,
drink it like coffee as the steam scatters,
that I may frame with passing beatitude and mosaic wisdom,
my city, my canvas.”