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| Chungking Express Art |
She lip-reads her swift murders,
In urban-drenched neon monologues,
Fractured day dream sequences.
She sketches boarding passes on a tissue paper
Later thrown away, unread,
Melting in the midnight monsoon.
She sleepwalks in vindaloo alleys,
Concealed and armed by wigs and stilettos,
Tipsy with chaos, solitary and morbid deadlines.
Like the poisoned city she breathes,
She is livid, resigned and, cruel.
