Happinesss

Grenade balloons won’t do it

Serenade by millions of clowns won’t do it

Cascades of golden milk won’t do it

Perhaps the dance of last summer is what counts.

But poems soak and bleed their ink

Heated strokes of heart cool down

Flesh so tender will wither

Well then.

I hope my probated story will last,

And that my eyes now are clear

10.1.2019

Shot

After a shower of sweats,

Cold tears in a dark room,

Dawn breaks beyond the horizon.

“You took the shot”—

Yes, this morning glow is what I’ve been waiting for.

All the swords that dug deep within my flesh dissolves into a shadow.

“You took the shot”

Yes, I did. And I’ll take more shot,

Until I hit a star.

9.30.2019

Icecream

perhaps the ice cream is where it all starts

perhaps people will notice how fast it melts,

and talk about how to slow cooling of the earth,

so that future generations can have this joy of birth.
Icecream seems to unite people somehow,

I’ve seen infants on the carrier to elderlies with bingo,

teenager girls proudly complaining their fathers

ten minutes ago they had already told their flavors,

solemn couples taking the ritual of sampling spoons,

to youthful professionals flirting like goons.
Perhaps ice cream is where it all starts,

from the birth to redemption, and an awakening.

 

9.28.2019

Yemeni Girl

I can’t forget her.

I can’t forget the way she shyly lowers her head as she said she memorized a beautiful Arab song a week before,

in front of a crowd full of confused Americans

and she said she was happy she did it.

 

I can’t forget her petite black bicycle she told me

she pulled apart, into her luggage,

through the airport security check,

so that she can fly,

and then land in a new place where she can ride her black bicycle.

 

I can’t forget her white teeth

that innocently gleamed,

as her pride glowed in halo

against the sun that left her home.

 

I can’t forget the picture in her smartphone background,

an impromptu portrait of a woman elegantly poised with a scarf wrapped around,

and her bitter lips spreading over her teeth,

smiling against a shadow so thick.

 

 

9.27.2019

 

Fiddle

clicks of your shoes on a dark asphalt

echoes through an empty road under the night sky

fireflies flicker about the light post,

chilly winter breeze hurriedly pass us by,

 

Perhaps a bundle of fiddles, we are

dancing on a gentle breeze, harsh breeze, tornado,

earthly bound, soaking underly redoubtably grand sunlight,

 

perhaps we grow a little,

perhaps we spread out a little,

perhaps we laugh a little.

clicky-clack, dancing through this infinite night.

 

9.26.2019

A Thousand Mirrors

Stumbled upon a two mirrors,

and I found myself in between a thousand doors.

It took a thousand of years to go through the gates.

 

Stubbornly, I got out.

 

I asked for a rewards, but it was deadly quiet.

All I could do was to walk a little bit more.

Then I realized the doors were the prize.

 

I then hoped.

 

I hoped to see your smile and my smile to last just a bit longer.

 

9.7.2019