Finding Treasure I used to see sounds, Hear colors, and feel, Quite deeply about things Most folks thought unreal. In those days I learned things I never could tell, Like ecstasy hearing A robin bird sing, Or the depths of desire That a longing could bring, Or finding an answer That could never explain, The caress of the sunlight, Or the sound of the rain, Or the feelings that come From sensing your touch. So much beauty In such a short time, More here than any Could see or could know, And more to be found Wherever we go. A Breath Gone By So your tears were silver, And your smiles were gold, And you laughed and cried, And watched your life unfold, And the hearing of silence deafened you, But the silence made you bold, But before you ever said a word, You found you had grown old, By the time you could have spoken, To tell the tale you knew, Your will to tell was broken, And the time came that you flew.
I Hate Winds Simply Cuz (for Qi Hong) They are always bullying, preying around Wildly & invisibly Upon the weak on the prairies & Swooping down on Every tree trying hard to meditate While trespassing the territory of My most private feel & thought About everything, or about you alone (R)e.volution: Scissors of Nature/Nemesis Not really randomly But always resolutely Ready to prune the trees of life Plant or animal With one blade as blunt as the human brain But the other much sharper than the edge of time Self-Semantics: a Bilinguacultural Poem 1/ I vs 我: Denotations The first person singular pronoun, or this very Writing subject in English is I, an only-letter Word, standing straight like a pole, always Capitalized, but in Chinese, it is written with Lucky seven strokes as 我, with at least 108 Variations, all of which can be the object case At the same time. Originally, it’s formed from The character 找, meaning ‘pursuing’, with one Stroke added on the top, which may well stand for Anything you would like to have, such as money Power, fame, sex, food, or nothing if you prove Yourself to be a Buddhist practitioner inside out 2/ Human & 人: Connotations Since I am a direct descendant of Homo Erectus, let me Stand straight as a human/人, rather than kneel down When two humans walk side by side, why to coerce one Into obeying the other like a slave fated to follow/从? Since three humans can live together, do we really need A leader or ruler on top of us all as a group/众? Given all the freedom I was born with, why Just why cage me within walls like a prisoner/囚？
la vie en rose In a former life, she imagined she’d become a rock star like Janis. An icon with a household name but Southern Comfort gave her migraines, beer made her sick as a shit house rat, and the one time dropping of acid, made her feel as if her hair was on fire and her fingers were tongue depressors that needed to be continually shoved down her throat. There was a special place for people like her and it sure as hell wasn’t Cleveland. Spent six months in an alien nation called Catatonia where bread and water was considered fine dining. When she finally returned to a place she once called home, everyone asked her where she’d been and she replied, “Bergen Belsen.” No one disbelieved her.
the human body is a nightmare She said, “the human body is a nightmare“ and I thought of my body embracing, laying relaxed on the chair like a ghastly cartoon The human body is a nightmare and I thought of my body waking with blood between its legs, stretching decaying I see my ancestors, ghost, and spirits my body that asks, “how else should I behave— when I know the body is the home for our shared stories?” The human body is a nightmare And I stick my finger in the wound think of my body swaying like a stuffed animal occupying even mundane spaces in the most fascinating ways the simultaneous disorderly beauty and sublime embarrassment of having a human body She said, “the human body is a nightmare” and in that moment I almost believed her What I mean when I say that I love you I want to unfold like the raft that carried me through the deadliest storm like your mother’s face like the everyday mug I want to unfold and be true before you when I tell you that I love you I mean that I love you infinity I love you like it’s written in the stars I love you like I can trust that what leaves will come back like I didn’t meet the God of my seaside city on a dark night and watch all the stars burn out in the sky like instead I looked up and saw a smoke signal shot into the sky and it was you and the compass of your hands I love you like although I am perched on the very edge I do not know how to plummet I love you despite the prepossessing tragedy that we are given this one life and told nothing beyond I love you like it’s my birthright, like I wrote you in poems before I met you I love you like a neither one of us will ever die
Her Taco Tasted Like Rain Our love making was like a spaghetti western; good, bad, and ugly Her freckles were devil’s kisses showering down from purgatory She used to striptease, while a monkey played viola and the organ grinder did just that Stumbling through time, I wished I’d never eaten her shit sandwich lies She drove stakes through my obsidian oblivious soul Slipping and melting through my fingers like mawkish snow and raging wind. My cheeks were wet rivers, tears swimming from Nagasaki My heart imploded and exploded in the fiery pain of Hiroshima Blood in the salt, lime, and tequila I know now I should’ve cared more for you.
Now and Then Getting inspired From the old childhood days When we did not search for the hiding clouds But wanted to cage the waking sky. Mind was not tamed It was free like a mad waterfall. Idle locks and keys Meanings and complexities Have opened the doors of personal chaos Today, from the lens of youth it is seen that Old age wears a spectacle and smiles back. Time is too obvious to talk about Let it pass. Gears and shields pave the track And the train of passion finds its only way My love, your rose was too delicate But the colour it washed me with Has still not faded Maybe I should call you again. Whatever our love meant I am ready to walk on the dusty road.
Beam Me Up Scotty It's really weird, I decided to treat myself today, so I bought myself a bottle of Jim Beam. I'm about three quarters of the way down it, but I feel kind of strangely sober. Until I try to stand up, then it feels like someone has stolen my legs. They just won't work, I'm all over the place, staggering and stumbling, and bouncing off the walls. It's really strange, if I'm that pissed then I really should know about it. It's weird how different drinks produce different effects, you would expect all alcoholic beverages to be the same. But no, my legs will bear witness to that.
Past Due Quit stalling, will ya? You were supposed to be here by now. Your mother is so anxious for your long-anticipated arrival she’s been bouncing on an exercise ball to urge you on. What fun times you’re missing! What sights! Just today I saw the sun go down in a profusion of toxic colors like a ship full of chemicals burning intently at the edge of the world.
Rabbit’s Foot I had a lucky rabbit’s foot. Somewhere there was An unlucky rabbit missin’ One foot…maybe more. I lost it, so much for luck. Maybe some lucky fool Found it and went lookin’ For the rabbit it went to. In that case, the finder Was probably more nutz Than lucky. If he went Lookin’ for the poor rabbit Down a gator’s gullet, There might be a gator Out there now with a Lucky rabbit’s foot and A lucky arm inside him.
back at the old farm and in my dreams i'm back at the old farm love of my life smoking a joint on the front porch i sip on the oldest bottle of scotch i have watching dark clouds roll in yet again when you are no longer scared to die, thunder and lightning and any rage from mother nature never fills you with any ounce of dread ease back into the easy chair and grab an old book we always wanted to take down the world on our own terms sometimes you have to take a step or two back to recollect yourself and allow the view to completely come into play she passes me the joint and i kindly open my third eye they warned me when i was younger about taking drugs i now understand they simply wanted to keep the good shit to themselves a unicorn will graze in the back pasture and we'll drift off into the ether comfortably plotting our next move ------------------------------------------------------------------ listening to old nina simone records it's a harrowing voice out of an old speaker you can recall the days you used to lay around naked, smoking cigarettes while listening to old nina simone records the poems would come faster than teenage boys watching their first porno you knew right away about genius and greatness and all the editors that rejected this brilliance were fucking fools now with hindsight you realize that asshole couldn't write worth a shit but this asshole here, he can lay down the words like a fucking madman like some cleanup hitter that never fails to drive in the runs the great ones re-invent themselves every few years not out of some necessity but out of pure fucking boredom when that trick goes away there is only one dark corner left to stumble upon