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

Ticket

Everyone has their last shot

To shoot at someone

And everyone is pointing their target with their weapon at all times.

No one knows when it will trigger,

And no one knows when they’ll change their target.

Whether what comes out of their weapon is a teardrop, am innocent smile, or a sharp loaded question, no one knows.

You kneel and pray that you’ll come out of safe and sound.

But the rule is, everyone points to something at all the time.

6.14.2020

Empty Room

Staring into the room across the street from mine in the middle of the night was one of my habits for the past few weeks

Tonight, I realized that the room was empty. I could no longer see the person back of her head staring into her wide screen monitor as she consoled her loneliness throughout the night.

Tonight, I stared into the empty room lit with a warm yolk color light, beaming as if to welcome the lonely eyes that had become a regular to this space.

Staring into the room across the street from mine in the middle of the night, I wondered where the previous occupant will be staring into her blue monitor tonight.

6.9.2020

Fury

Open your eyelids wide,

Don’t forget what is true and what is fake,

Baiting on your mind so fragile (yet you do not know)

Silent orcas looms underneath dark shadows of the blue ocean.

Stare up into the sky, ponder upon the nets of constellation,

True north is where you’re bound,

Open your eyes wide and stay vigilant.

The end will be already here.

6.7.2020

Boat

Another tide will come, carrying the fate along with it as well.

We’ve fought the fights, we’ve endured the inévitables.

Longing for the land that seems like an illusion so far, where do we go from here now?

Hold on; you say. Yes, gravity seems heavier than usual.

Liberation? Yes, hopefully it shall come.

6.4.2020

Run

If you don’t know where to go, just run. Keep running, you’ll be out of breath, you’ll be out of sweat, you’ll be out of sugar in your arteries. Still, just run.

If you don’t know when to stop, just don’t stop. Carry your body on and on and see where it takes you. When you’ve been through and through, what could be the worst thing that could happen?

If you don’t know who to ask, just ask yourself. Kneel. Pray. Work. Eat. Sing. Sleep. When you’ve done all those things, who knows what might happen?

5.28.2020