Alien Landscape

the green of the final.

there are landmowers across the land. the scattered few endangered patches of vibrant grass. they are masked men in grumbling cancer machines, shaving fields bald. i watched them intently today, from higher ground.
gazing at the uneven field of Jurong with its waving laughing grass, soiled storks and heavily browed mute mynahs, i remembered feeling conflicted.
the birds trailed the monstrous intruder like eager children. while i calmly ignored the prattling Fir beside me, i started to feel somewhat acquainted with the lawnmower man in his grumbling machine and hard eyes. i thought it was beautiful, watching him bump up and down on his seat while he drove without any significant patterns on a large sea of giggling grass. he was submerged, pulled teasingly into the green.
but i just somehow knew there was something wrong.
as he lumbered on, i remembered suddenly starting to plead him silently. please, not the flowers mister. maybe just that green patch over there, please mister. the nicely trimmed ones. but not the flowers mister. please.
the grass started wailing. i heard them and felt them. the black and white birds both suddenly looked hypnotised and controlled. no more could i see the eager jump-flights they made, to follow the lawnmower man. their movements were mechanical, like the bumping of the giant lawnmower.

noises voices sounds and music hushed. the lawnmower man sliced the yellow flowers to shreds of wet fragrant nothings. my eyes just stared on in pain and dismay but my mind closed.
the heart shuddered while i finally acknowledge my prattling Fir who was deeply concerned of the puncture in my heart which he thought was because of his incompetency.
that boy sometimes thinks the whole world is his fault.
Posted by NHJ 6/25/2005 07:35:00 pm

Saturday, June 25, 2005