come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
deathbed is the lukewarm pond with fences
you thought you owned
in fact it’s a slow boil bowl of soup
you are sitting in slipping into a coma
coffin nails are your lies
nailed to the coffin so stubbornly in the end
it’s harder to pull it away than truth
dear frog, leap as high as you can
dear frog, you can do so much
8.4.2020
what’s the point of poignancy?
a clown’s work will suffice
glory and shame seem to be
two faces of the coin so mysterious
what’s the point of profundity?
a coward’s courage will do
a globule of hearty laughter may worth
an ocean to a dripping sweat of vainglory
8.4.2020
sticking your index finger up
to their nose won’t stop ‘em
nor discourage from coming at you
rather,
let them cut through your flesh
to bargain a chance to slash
through their bone.
7.23.2020
this thin air is too painful to bear
ticking of a wall clock
thickening of Merlot
all await for an inevitable Big Bang
but we must talk the talk
and walk the walk.
7.19.2020
have you realized that color blue
can be as scorching hot to someone as
someone who’s been holding an icecube
7.3.2020
‘let your limb be whole with the sword’ said sensei,
‘close the gap between your hands’ and the sword’s way’
for awhile the sword cuts the air,
sounds of cicada is what I hear
poring out of the earth’s surface, clinging to a wood it screams,
roaring its life out, making seventeen years of its dreams
a wooden sword silently cuts the air.
6.25.2020
Remember, upon emergency please pull this emergency lever.
if the sky starts to look like the jaundiced skin after hit by a baseball hard,
please pull this emergency lever.
if you wake up one day and can’t one bit
‘cause dark shadows are pulling you into the earth,
please pull this emergency lever.
if you find yourself hurting others with a thousand blade from your tongue,
please pull this emergency lever.
remember, upon emergency, please pull this emergency lever.
6.24.2020
As time fly by, be aware, grand sand
on your shoulders before you realize
miles wide away from home you are
to realize sunrise compromise of dying
of the past fast asleep at last
focus now notice the bogus modus
focus on your dream steam for us
for onus is worthwhile style to live.
6.23.2020
as genitalia shout sharply at eyeballs
of equestrian flout softly as royals
yet another birth begins
without an -Aye or Nay –
wed into a wild rodeo fed with
hormonal stimulants. Why –
innocents awake imploded in their genes
imminent to their name tags heir to dreams
6.22.2020
Like a drop of tear drop into a pool of agony,
My voice reverberates across a vast thin air,
Perhaps my heart has already sunken into the deep
dark abysmal ocean, pressured and compartmentalized
into a small box chained by gravity so heavy.
But my voice still rings the air, singing the hums of the stories
that filled my eyes and the lungs that still breaths
dancing in the waves of sound so lively and calm.
6.21.2020
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