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
Tag: life
Cold War
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
Color
have you realized that color blue
can be as scorching hot to someone as
someone who’s been holding an icecube
7.3.2020
Wooden Sword
‘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
Emergency Lever
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
Focus
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
Naked Core
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
Bell
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
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
Accident
On a peaceful summer evening sheen kids are still yelling while parents are yawning
Youthful recklessness peaks its head from a corner of the heart
Riding down a steep rocky road unknown to the most,
Throwing his lot against his naysayers,
Then, like a bullet, it will st59
6.16.2020
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