Ants

stranded alone in a dark river,
the moon, pinned high above,
only solaces the ant’s waiting
and hopes for a new beginning.

the ant stretches its six legs
grasping onto ephemeral reflection
of the moon on dark river,
its every breath to save the moon.

standing alone in the dark river
I stare at the ant, whispering words
perhaps as a prayer of some sort.

10.27.2021

Round

unlike movies, unlike novels, unlike commercials,
there aren’t time for silence.
each second testifies against (for) your existence

so I say, take that extra step to go a distance
do not be afraid to be naked
to your own conscious, not others’

for love, for hope, for courage, for faith,
take that extra step towards your goal

10.20.2021

Glow

as if core of sun enveloped into my chest,
like warmth after slurping on a hot miso soup
heat radiates from my heart chambers
seeing your letters.

it’s one of the reasons why I keep together
after getting marked with scars after scars
by the nature, and by fellow humans.
to keep warmth going, to meet at our rendez-vous. thank you for giving me something to hold onto.

10.19.2021

Hike

there are many peaks to attack
but only one set of feet to hike

studiously climbing haphazardous mountains
you would think that it would be only a day
yet the peaks are ever further away

brooding crows perched in tree branches
quick sand giving away the ground
one too many are the hostilities here

carry lightly and stay awake
bears and snakes are nearby and home is a far way to go.

9.23.2021

Bicycle

Pedaling on a blue bike, paean of breezy winds bumping along the road

Rumbling sounds of SUVs and pick up trucks passing by, rowdy kids jumping into the lake half naked

Roaring laughter fading away, riding down a long lonely road in between the animate and inanimate nature

Blazing through a carpet of gold laden by the bleeding yolk of the sunset

Rolling stone within the heart spins faster and faster, unleashing the monster hunkered for a thousand of years

Then — whirl — and — crash.

A reaper stands on the door expressionlessly peaking its bald skull over the door sill.

Like a dusky cloud on a simple summer night.

6.17.2020

Song

A summer night, as tree branches thread throughout the dark sky salted with stars,

The whole world swayed as the hammock weaves by thousands of threads swayed

Crimson ambers of cigarette quickly falling through the wholes, barely missing the threads,

Like an accident, falls into the wine glass,

Bursting with flame that cannot contain itself

I don’t care if it hurts

I wanna have control

So the song went, as the alcohol got thicker and hotter.

6.12.2020

Clouds

Wind blows, sky darkens, air weighs heavier, making rumbling sounds like an abdomen about to have terrible bouts of diarrhea

A man in a cave contemplates whether to venture outside or hunger inside

Will the rain soak my socks? Will I shiver with hunger? Will I be fatigued with bone-piercing cold?

A man in a cave realizes a bucket of honey he saved deep inside the cave two years ago

He immediately digs further inside the cave, pushing through even the walls shelling him from the rain and the elements.

Soaked in rain and shivering with freezing hands, he dug up the bucket, started sucking on the mellifluous globs.

Already forgotten all about the rain and the cold.

6.11.2020