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I wandered too far off the edge of coral reefs
beneath my feet the world is a deep abyss
I stared into this dark hole for too long
intangible grip in my chest is now too strong
memories are imploding
gasping for more time
clutching at any opportunities
8.3.2020
Forget about the last last ten minutes,
for what matters is the next ten hours,
a decade, and half a century, who know.
sure, memory should hold an honor
but glow in the moment of now.
6.30.2020
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
When the wind blows,
A thousand years will leap by
Scattering the pieces of memories
Across the pasture of oblivion.
When the wind blows,
I hope that fragrance of cherry blossom
In a softly ripen spring night
Will bloom again in your bosoms.
6.19.2020
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
At first, it’s too long,
Then later, it’s too short.
Just as you’ve turned your 4th page of your moleskin notebook with a pilot G-2 0.5 pen,
It’s 7:30 PM and now you push the floor away from your chest as hard as you can
Then a question arises: “is an isolation a poison?”
Panic sinks in, four limbs plunging in
To the ocean of screens spinning in
The seconds, minutes, hours, and days
But remember, the time won’t stay.
6.15.2020
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
It’s so warm
When without a warning,
the sun rises,
So innocently,
After dark and cold storm has passed by.
As if all the bad things has been a lie.
It’s so warm
Sometimes I wonder
If it will stay for a little longer.
6.13.2020
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
Ralph with Coffee 
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