- Old Shopping Centres
The wavering half-lives of uncertain businesses
dimly light these gloomy caverns, almost collapsing
beneath the weight of years.
Wandering in the maze of subterranean passages,
you find old men’s shoes, pirated VCDs,
yesteryear’s fashions, jade buddhas at $12 a piece,
cheap luggage bags with nowhere to go,
shanghai-style beauticians, the latest Hokkien hits,
and the simultaneous cries of too many
demonstrating alarm clocks.
At a corner, snakes and dragons bite and hiss
and come to life, as a tattoo artist carves out
the designs of dubious memberships
on raw, bleeding skin
while in the dark recesses of the arcade,
teenagers with yellow-tinted hair scurry from
machine to machine like prowling, restless rats,
their scowls intense as they gun down virtual villains
flurrying across the black screens
like a storm of frenzied bats.