come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
a potato on fire rolls down the hill,
in the darkness of night sky, it is a shooting star.
what is there to lose, when we are already losing to ever faster speed of time.
better to rock and roll, bumping into things
and cracking things open, such as your heart,
so that it will shed all the dirty residues
and shine as the purest gem.
it hurts, it’s supposed to hurt.
don’t let go of that grip of your grit
and get on with it. see things for yourself.
good things are out there.
11.13.2021
yes, I am a mere small fish in this humongous ocean.
Feeble I maybe, but I wish to swim.
Let me go into the vast, dark ocean
mythical realm of freedom.
I may be simple, but I can take the hits.
Please, let me go into the world,
let me fight for our future, our world.
11.12.2021
I stared at the sky for a moment
clear blue sky laid up there silently
gently wind breezes by through
tree branches swinging gently
side by side
Yellowed tree leaves were falling
flip-flopping mid-air
slowly, but surely it fell down
to the concrete street along with
other leaves.
I walked across the street,
wondering how many weeks
have gone by since the day
I still cherish in my heart.
11.11.2021
life can be quite stimulating sometimes
it’s tempting to drown it out with sleeping pills,
YouTube 6 sec ad jumps,
and prescription of scrolling through
cheap speed date with Facebook posts.
but the honor is in facing each lion.
onerous work of lifting deadlines,
competing with fellows for highest quality,
that’s where the fun is at.
11.10.2021
there is a bored sleeping pill by the lamp stand.
he can’t stand the silence of an empty room
there is a forgetful knife
by the olive wooden cutting board
she can’t recall what she’d cut off an hour ago
there is a mug cup with a silver teaspoon inside
is she waiting to be filled with warmth again?
or is she sighing at the memory of warmth?
there is a blank inked pen on a bare desk
faithfully waiting to be of use,
to spill his guts for the glory
that will be remembered in the history.
11.9.2021
when you accept the death,
the life starts.
11.8.2021
when you see your death is close
it gives you a reason to focus
everything you have on now.
11.7.2021
sitting alone at a round table desk,
emails are answered, schedules are checked,
and apologies and promises are made
on a metal bodied laptop monitor.
business as usual, the only noise in the air
is one from left corner where two people
snickers at something uneavesdropped.
someone coughs, someone shakes their leg.
Tears dropped from yawning.
As if to brush aside the tears,
I scroll down my iPhone mini
to find a single red dot of a notification.
it was the long waited message.
long waited, it had become a hope,
a dream and a legend, and then
a disappointing reality eventually.
So: “oh.”
the moments we dream seem always wetter
than the arid reality we actually meet.
11.6.2021
white luminescent light
brightens this lonely bar stool I occupy
aqua-blue plastic bottle quietly stands
its liquid not wavering a bit
scratching the forehead,
a yellow subcutaneous fat tidbit ticks out
time seems a bit slower in a deafening silence
air circulation of this building just hums
waiting for your turn,
I open my door and walk into darkness.
11.5.2021
there is something sticky in my feet
it drags along the sidestreet
it’s not the smudges of dog feces
it’s not the dried skin leather of mice
it’s like a second layer of skin on my face
like a large red paint on my countenance
that I cannot see for myself
like a fermented smell that permeates
but did you know,
like a sticky gum in your hair,
there’s a trick to rid of its gloominess
either cut the hair for a new look
or get the ice and freeze it for awhile
bright sunny day isn’t too far away
just look up,
it’s right there.
11.4.2021
Ralph with Coffee 
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