Galactic Wind Tunnel

Written as part of the Malaysian Poetry Writing Month.

They walked me through the laboratory
filled with some very oblong
very expensive equipment
a wind tunnel, in fact
and they left me alone in the laboratory
for I was to discover the purpose of the experiment
the purpose of life
alone

Then, they threw some other poor souls into the laboratory
and we are to suddenly bond
suddenly become lifelong friends with one another
for the sake of the experiment
that is only worth a tiny bit
in the grand scheme of life
death
and everything in between

So I was to lead the poor souls to success
and thus I started my journey
to understand the purpose of this
life...?
Because... you know,
isn't life but an experiment
for us to play around with the equipment given to us
to walk through the valleys of hope and despair
and witness the results, with our very own eyes?
Or maybe
our eyes are just a simulation?

They bonded with me in this outer space
this weird galactic equipment
designed by some foreign hearts
some deserted mindset
and some simulated eyeballs
and they expect me to discover the truth to everything
using ancient equipment
but really

All I have to do is
fly far, far away from this planet
swim through the galaxies
the astronomical winds
and I will die trying to figure out
the purpose of this
never-ending wind tunnel.

Simulation of an Eyeball

Written as part of the Malaysian Poetry Writing Month.

eyeballs are staring at me

all day until the tomorrow

comes and breaks the windows to this

eternally shitty slumber

in the slums

sly smile shivers 'so sorry'

why do we seek to fulfill the plight

of the other good people

when the truly bad are confined

in the hearts of the brightest

b'light

stop being so negative about the world

but sometimes the voices misspoke

and the images are vivid

eyeing faces on the bottles of vodka

putting a halt to the dizzying party

and all the dumbstruck

flashing lights and humans

fleshing out the impunity

when we raise our water guns and aim

at one another, but sorrily

yet unapologetically murder the

worldly desires of one another

but this is all just a simulation

and they lambaste the culture

of loving one another

in exchange for sucking the eye-dicks

of those unsexy books

and those unappealingly stupid

dog politicians

the eyeballs were just a simulation

made with this senile program

and eye see these eyeballs every day

but seeing the humaner eyeballs

is not an everyday occurrence

in this brilliant month of

may