Poetry

2014 - 2019

2019

She finds herself facing a giant ORCHID

so the girl took a deep...

diving inside its cupped center

of magenta dotted fuchsia lips gently furl at the edge

the orchid quivers in dancing melodies

creating a honeyed ocean of viscosity and joy

and the orchid and the girl...

soft

and softer...

warm

and warmer...

pulses of waves washing her through and pushing her deeper inside

the honey from the orchid wraps around the girl and flows inside her and drips out of her

and the orchid’s lips melted the girl’s lips and melted her nose

and melted her fingers and melted her limbs

her senses undulating with the moans of the orchid’s heart

her own little heart is to be offered to the orchid

red and sweet

2018

A DAY'S THOUGHTS

the sun rises and the sun sets

little seeds grow into little trees

seagulls singing their seagull songs

saying farewells to the passing days

LABRADOR DOG

Eyelids and little toes

Humming a song with not much clue

Thick brows and silkworms

Spilling a bottle of cologne

Eat raw lettuce with lime

Fake maple syrup and milk with wine

And get flashed in the eyes from

The reflection from a phone from a passerby

Why do I always want to smell

Those who wear round-collared cotton shirts?

Girls in bikinis dress less than those

In their underwear

Choosing between fermented

Doughs and bad jokes

Anything at all to catch the fish in the ocean

Squeezing a fat one slim

So I say

“FETCH!”

To my imaginary Labrador dog

Throwing a bone across the floor

A SATURDAY’S PEACH

Eating a Saturday’s

peach pale pink

yellow halo glow

meat like a Sphynx

cat with honey covered

dandelion

Orange flavored orange

colored hard candies and

well-polished red

fruits winterberries or

some sunnier

ones

Listening

to Pachelbel’s Canon

And

drifting along in a

dream dreamt like a

daydream of being

in a tropical

weathered river wearing

pigeon’s shadows in

light blue with

wings and soft brushings from

the wind sneaking

past

Sniffing

at a Saturday’s peach

ROSES

Roses should bloom in summer

red petals red scent

on a hot day

crystal clear sky

with secret whispers and

hazy eyes

rosy riot happens with rosy cheeks

there should be

a single rose dances

in that season where kisses

should happen

in summer

being so touchable and oh

so kissable

beautiful and soft and gentle

so a kiss should fall upon it

and all its petals melt and turn the lips

rosy

I wonder

in summer the roses

if they should be blooming like madness

like setting fire with desires

and I wonder

when summer comes

and when the roses do bloom

should I be one of the roses

should I be on fire

A LADY IN SLEEP

When she sleeps and breaths

Her hair fall and flow like glistering water

In the valley of her breasts

Arms with supple skin and

Thin fingers with fine bones

The closed lids of her eyes beat

At the same rate as her heart does

Like when a womb bears a baby

The belly beats at the same

Rate as the baby’s heart does

Quietly she breathes in

As deeply as starlight reaches

And quietly she breaths out

As soundly as the universe seems

LIGHTNING AND THUNDER

Is this what it feels like when

the world has heartbeats?

and am I supposed to feel

this strongly with them?

Even if I got struck by lightning

that would be a destination

in anticipation

I only fear

if it’s nothing but a

wishful thinking

MY DEAR AND DEAREST

Darling

you must not believe

the lukewarm words from

my lips or the lack of intensity from

my grips I’ve always been a great

player in hide and seek

Instead

look deeply into the bottom of

my eyes and search for the

faintest sign of a sparkle for that

is the littlest, most delicately formed diamond

of admiration, adoration

and passion that is shining specifically

for you and for you only

The rush of blood to my cheeks shall not lie

I am not at all forward or brave

For I believe

if I hold you firm I’d get burnt

burst into a moaning flame and let out

black fume made of pure

thirst and joy

my head my tongue my most

intimate sensations

fantastically floating in the forest of scent from your

body glands

For I do not understand myself even

why such a strong will to be caged

captured and chained under that

heavy frame of yours

Enraged! Intertwined!

Only if I were

to be given a chance to

get burn and be burnt

Beautifully

picking me up and putting me down like I

weigh nothing but a

dead leaf

I shall happily crack and crumble under

you with no regrets at all

A POEM TO YOU

would you come with me

come with me for a beautiful sunset

where shooting stars can turn into fireflies

and they dance around us when we

lay side by side deep into the woods

with nothing but the milky way above us

(tugging us in with shimmering starlight)

nothing but thick grass beneath us

(leaving green stains on our shirts)

do you believe

in the grand nature’s magic and miracles?

because I’ve seen

butterflies kiss fallen flowers on the cheeks

and I’ve seen

wind hugging wounded trees like when lovers meet

so don’t you want to see

if there would be a

rainbow waiting at the end of our trip?

you should come with me

together we will take an expedition

in a land we have both never been before

that birds chirp in seven different languages

and the season changes five times a year

we will be holding sunlight like

crystallite in our open palms

would you come with me?

my heart is thumping

pumping warm blood through my veins

(can’t you hear how loud it is,

can’t you smell the smell of my bloodstream,

my love? I am so close to you)

I promise the heat you feel from my skin is real

I want no death from you but only a rebirth

to be able to trust again

come, come to me now

and come with me

to jump down a rabbit hole

to ride on a whale’s back in a hurricane

together we will be

sound asleep in thunders

dreaming through the anger of the giant

and we will be

wide awake

(the wildest pair in the wild)

when the whole world goes off to rest in

the quietest time of the night

YELLOW

yellow is a small bundle of joy of life and birds fly across the sky and tide and high up up up and french fry and apple pie!

新疆随想

总是喜欢黄色的鸟儿划过湛蓝的天空

总是喜欢红色的鱼儿游过蔚蓝的海洋

绿色的树长在绿色的山丘上

红色的果子和红色的花

丘陵间流淌着的是清澈洁白的溪流

高大断岩的侧面总是浓郁的橘

2016

SCARLET CRIMSON CHERRY ROSE SANGRIA

white dew night red-winged raven in the light lone

sky passed me that wind whisperings

scent of your scalp soaked deep into my pillow

(center the shape of the side of your face)

slow sugared lips from sweet dimpled cheeks

nose eyes ears chin I smelled felt

scarlet crimson cherry rose

sangria from that drop of your virginity blood

LIKE A SWEET WILD ROSE

The smell of a sweet wild rose and I can

trace through the crowd into you

your dead-body-been-soaked-in-salty-water-for-ten-years kind of

white, moist, preserved.

youth, freckles, veins.

Fresh! The late-adolescent freshness.

Couldn’t you have smelled me? I was sniffing up and down your neck and spine like an overheated hog.

Couldn’t you have felt me, not even my breath? The tip of my nose a hair away from touching the fuzz on your skin.

You! You little devil!

You! And your mermaid red curly hair!

you sweeter than a sweet wild rose

sweeter than its nectarean sweat

how can I preserve you so you stay how you are?

not a second younger, not a second older.

not even performing one more breath.

But do breathe, my dear,

and do smell the smell of yourself!

blossoming like a, embracing the whole world like a!

You!

ANGEL BOY

HIS

angelic face turned

to mine but I have

garlic breathe and a pimpled face and

my large black-framed glasses shrinking my eyes

pressing into my nose oil

I had to turn mine away from

his so that the lines of our sights

either perpendicular or parallel to the same

direction outside of my window which I

shut the blind because it too bright out

side and we all waited up all night

together for this

flight

he needed his sleep he angel boy

OH!

Oh! Those weirdly shaped poems, and how much I love them!

I HAVE NOT BEEN WAITING FOR LUNCH

I have not been waiting for lunch,

just eating the dead skin on my lips.

bare legs under a child’s groin,

those ankles heels and toe knuckles.

are those clouds floating on the ocean?

like a layer of sheep’s shaved fluffy skin.

sheep has two layers of skin:

a fluffy outer layer, and a taught inner layer.

the outer layer doesn’t have nerves, and it splits up into hair thin whites.

the inner layer has nerves, and it’s just like any other pored skins.

my imagination only extends this far without lunch with a belly full of snacks.

I gross. I bored. I type keywords on my board. I mean I type words on my keyboard.

but the second one reads less nicely no.

nicely no, nicely no. Lesley Lo.

YELLOW

she swallowed the yellow paint

and let out a yellow breath

the air smells faintly of yellow

like the whiskers on a baby cat

II.

her eyes,

gazing,

from the window

and accidentally

locked a passing cloud

she sees

her own lashes,

blinking,

a bundle of light circles

dancing on her sight

she feels,

the weight of the circles,

balancing,

on the tip of her lashes,

just subtle enough

to be present

黄

她吞下了黄色的油彩

吐出了黄色的息

空气闻起来是淡淡的黄

就像那小猫的须

THAT GIRL, I’VE SEEN HER UP CLOSE

her pores large her thick layer of

foundation oily and shiny her

pimples bulging texture on her

skin and that patchy layer of makeup could

not hide it not at all and I

know how the little mountains looked

like without makeup from

the times that she did not wear any makeup

only her eyes remained the same brownness a

very dull brown indeed the same

and I know that her pussy must

be hairy and nasty with

chunks of dried fluids caught

in the prickly twined hair that had

grown out from the last time she

shaved must have been licked over

and over by a woman, a man, and

another woman or another

man from the way she talked

about sex about vaginas and

dicks and talked about vaginas

she said to make love to me right

now and she dropped her hat and she

dropped her hat to make love

intense as her purple with red

dress subtle as her evanescent scent her

curious infidelic acts and desires

I noticed that her lips were chapped with the fluorescent red

lipstick that she wore on her lips

she must have cringed cried

out my god somewhere to someone in the

middle of the act but I don’t know where because I’ve

seen her up close and I never

heard and she never cried but I

looked around and couldn’t figure

out where was that somewhere and I

couldn’t smell her any more because the

wind had stopped blowing and she had

left with that body of hers tightly wrapped in her dress that

wrapped that body of hers tight

your unwashed armpit scent stang my eyes so fuck off! I yelled

to her to fuck off so fuck off!

NIGHT ON OCTOBER THE FOURTEENTH

grass turned to mud after rain

the sound of feet wading through the mud

startled a wild rabbit from five meters away

to ten meters away

when I was looking at the rabbit with a tilted head

the rabbit was looking at me with a tilted head

mine from a little more of curiosity

the rabbit’s from a little more of alertness

each time when its near full moon

I wonder if something should happen

the house next to the road

walked out a man in nice suit and tie

with a bag full of trash

“Two by two, let’s go!”

a line of guys ran past me

“Thank god I didn’t.”

I thought to myself

because I was holding my pee in

and I wondered if anyone would see

if I peed discreetly in a corner

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when the night grows late

I, too, want to grow tenderer

the sensitive heart of mine

becomes ten times even more so

when passing under a blooming tree

I, too, will raise my head and take a sniff

I, too, remember that on the same road

I once popped a flaming red berry with my hand

(its translucent juice slid down long and thin like a string of snot)

and once seen a whole tree of birds flapping away

whoosh, whoosh

shuffling shadows of trees and

passing sound of wind

depending on the mood

can either be cries or songs

until my heart, flustered

I walked out of the shadow into the moon light fast

and heard bugs buzzing on treetops once again

I looked back and

a long way of walking, stopping, writing

was a mere few blocks of distance

that’s when I realized

that ever since you were gone

I no longer dared to walk for far

十月十四日夜

下过雨后的草地变成了泥

走过时的声响

将五米外的野兔

惊到了十米

我在歪头看着它的时候

它也在歪头看着我

我的好奇多一些

它的警惕多一些

每次快满月了的时候

总想着是不是该发生点什么了呢？

路边的别墅里

走出一个西装革履的男人

提着满满一袋的垃圾

“Two by two, let’s go!”

跑走一溜的男生

“幸好没有啊”

我心里想着

因为每次憋尿的时候

总会认真思索

找个角落解决

到底会不会被发现

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夜晚了

也想要变得温柔

敏感的心

放大了十倍地敏感

经过开了花的树

也会仰头深吸

也记得同样的路

我曾捏爆过一颗火红的浆果

（透明的汁液黏黏长长地滴溜下来像鼻涕一样）

见过整树的鸟腾空飞起

呼啦啦，呼啦啦

婆娑的树影和呼啸的风声

凭心情

可以是悲鸣也可以是歌声

直到心有点慌

走出树影走入月光

又听到那虫鸣树梢

一路走走停停写写

竟不过几个街区

才发现自从你不在身旁

我早已不敢走远

I REMEMBER

looking at you looking at the window a bird outside

chirping at another pulling at a leaf off of a twig

jump jump

a red feather sticking

up from its forehead curled up at the tip

nodding along with the little bird’s

yank yank

A SMALL BUNDLE OF

red fox’s fur

or hydrangea in May

the yellow of lemon

or the seeds of grapes

you said that I was

a small bundle of ---

what?

a small bundle of---

when?

when you were curled up under me

hands in my hair

like a little,

like a small bundle of---

red fox’s fur

or hydrangea in May

一小团儿

红狐的毛

或五月的绣球花

柠檬的黄

或葡萄的籽

你说我像

一小团儿——

什么？

一小团儿——

什么时候？

当你蜷在我身下时

手抓着我的头发

像一只小——

像一小团儿——

红狐的毛

或五月的绣球花

2015

Torso

A torso is a skin-covered, fat-surrounded box full of inner organs. Normally the organs’ presence is unnoticed, so some of them would make a sound or two to get your attention. Or the quietest and mildest ones may suddenly decide to announce their places inside ----

[ I can never escape my organs ]

An intestine decides to move.

The intestine moves inside of the torso.

The torso feels its existence.

A kidney decides to move.

The kidney moves inside of the torso.

The torso feels its existence.

A liver decides to move.

The liver moves inside of the torso.

The torso feels its existence.

Everything decides to move.

They move inside of the torso.

The torso feels their existence.

The torso feels them all now.

Decomposition

I feel so light

my head is three feet above my neck

gazing over the mountain’s back

I can see my feet walk with me side by side

leaving foot prints in two lines

Arms I left one behind

the other’s moving slightly ahead

my ten fingers are flying around

flying around and making sound

collide with each other, bounce on the ground

Ears rest on the shoulders while shoulders rest on the rest

chest, tummy, ass

they choose to form a nest

for the organs inside

so I won’ die

so I won’t die

Distance

I never intended to measure

the distances between things

near or far it doesn’t matter

I merely am an observer

The distances among stars

in light years however much

tonight they are all equally bright

and with a gentle blow they will float away

The trees are as tall as those at the horizon

with roots deep in the same earth

and leaves whistle from the same wind

these trees must also be

at the horizon of those trees

the same lamp lit up the same book

the same pen put down the same stroke

the same bed, the same person in the same room

even the sound remains not a change

always quiet after the unity of the clock hands

another moon-lit room I can see on my mind

with its own sameness crumbled inside

with the same orange stripes casted aside

the same blankets over the same flesh

I can reach simply by blink my eyes

(my eyelash will poke out your eyes)

the beds line up I roll and we merge to one

DRUNK POEM

21:35 08.28.2015 Friday

It will be great for moon sailing tonight

Where we will be in the sky high up till we almost reach the moon

Casting giant human shadows on the earth

But we are not flying

Or sailing

What are travelling upwards are the fire sparks

Rise fast and die fast

I might enjoy being a fire spark

Being all bright and uplifting

Having fourteen eyeballs rising together with me and end up at the cool dark blue sky

Dark blue sky with no stars but a very large bright moon

Very dark sky and very bright moon

The perfect roundness in infinity

The drunk me is a sparkle me

Sparkling and rising yet heavy at the same time

Heavy because of the heartbeat

A large heart beating powerfully in a large chest

My legs are burning and itching

I feel like an abandoned puppet miserably seeing my legs catching fire

The mosquito bite from two weeks ago are itching in empathy

I must end the scratching for I’m destined for something greater

I’m not liked as a drunken spark

I am clingy and purple and warm in face cold in body light hearted and heavy bodied

I am sticky and puky and melty and just squishy and softy

I was informed of an upcoming Milky Way tonight

But ten thousand other people are gonna be up and watching as well

It will be too noisy and too crowded for such an awakening night

I’m not prepared for that

I’m not at least prepared for that

I’m not prepared for all the laughter and amazements

Not even when I can’t see them

Not even when I’m drunk

It should be only me under the Milky Way

The only person awake under the brilliant sky

People are still toasting marshmallows while I’m dreaming about my dream

My face as hot as the burning flame

While the flame slowly dries out my eyes

My eyes are now dry as a dead fish’s eyes

Flat and dead and flat and dead

My heart is still beating fast which is a sign that I’m still alive

They won’t be beating any more once I’m dead

So they better be beating real hard while they still can

I’m not sure if I’m up to join the crowd

All the talks and words and questions and songs

Chocolaté chocolaté one woman keeps saying

Chocolaté Chocolaté I feel like inside

I am spinning and spinning and so pinned on the chair

I am so heavy and heavy and my butt is on fire

I am a slob a blob a lobster a chalk

I am wearing black and it’s just too hot it’s too hot

Everyone’s drunk

Weird laughter hen awkward silence then drunken silence fills the air

Who is cold I wonder?

I’ve got all the warmth of the world

The earth beneath us and sky still safely above

I am the greatest man alive and awake

Of all human races I am the sugar cinnamon roll

I feel sweet and happy and ready to roll

I just wanna laugh and go crazy

I have to move fast so I catch up with my mind

My mouth can’t help but stretch into a big grin

I haven’t been sad for all day and that’s rare

Amazing but rare so it’s a good thing a good thing indeed

“And just”， “And just”, and I just and just I want to say so

Oh how British I feel I am an ancient old men with eyes like eagles and arms spread wide

Like a loon like a moon like something like a little kettle

Screaming and screaming and whatever the word is like insane like insane

I’m still around definitely around

A coyote or what ever however it should be spelled

They are gonna swim in their clothes

The crazy thought I had twenty minutes ago

But I’m too sober for that too warm to be cold

I’m gonna be the sane one that chip ice put of their limbs

I’m always the sane one among the insane

I’m always the dry one within the wet

Isn’t it crazy that I’m never one of those

That jump off a cliff or pretend to be a cat

All I’ve got is my mind

My body’s decaying and stiff and stuck

I hate being ordinary yet I am one

I hate being dad but I mostly am

How fun it would be to be over the trees

To sing freely like a bird and to jump free like a deer

True genuine laughter will never come out of me

My lung is a broken vent that blow out horrible dying wind

Now I’m back to my normal state and I’m glad

No one shall be speaking and no one shall be intervene

I didn’t know how to spell intervene

My heart might be singing but I have no lyrics

Or melody or a rhyme or anything at sight

What’s happening now?

There’s nobody but me and my boring little soul that’s talking to me

Talking tot me and talking to me like insane

And talking to me and talking to me like it’s never gonna end

The moon is full now it wasn’t full before

It’s round like nothing’s been round before

It’s there like nothing’s there before

They were though

We just can’t see them clear enough

My head is pounding and I just want to stick my tongue out

Like a dog a hot dog a very hot dog

My tongue is out and I’m like a dog

Tonight is nice and cold

I don’t know how to join

To merge to immerse to be absorbed

It sounded like dead people struggling to get on shore the other night

When I was standing on a rock beside the lake at night

It was yesterday but seems to be so long ago

I am just not the kind

What is happening I don’t know

Mermaids are not real that I know

Werewolves are not out tonight that I know

I am the only wolf here tonight

I am the only spirit out here tonight

I should puke and shiver tonight

I love how everything ends in tonight tonight

Tonight tonight tonight tonight

I can fill the whole page with tonight but that’s not fair for all the other nights

Tomorrow night or yesterday’s night

Next year’s night or last year’s night

I am I am I am

I was I was I was

Crazy crazy crazy

I’m cold

Please stop please stop and restart

Shut up shut up shut up and meow

Meow like a cat

A cat called blue a blue cat once and still indeed

Once and still indeed

Oh how once and still indeed

How once and still indeed

Everything is once and still indeed

Yes everything indeed indeed

Indeed indeed

Do I sense an end or do I sense something else

I always hear reading when I am writing

My voice or somebody else’s voice

Talking about magic about magical things

Are you envious or are you pleased

Do you have hair blocking your face

The world is splitting in half

Half floating and half drown

Half hot and half cold

Half ordinary and half not

Something and something not

It is but it is not

Please please please please

Be everything all at once

And nothing at no times

All is one and one is all

For the moon is still shining tonight

For no worries the fire is still on

For no worries because we are still one

The song is not far away yet

Our hearts are not dying out yet

I can definitely sleep now

In my dream and it’s going to be a wild wild dream

With knocking doors and such

With black framed glasses and such

I shall drown now I really shall

I rarely shall but now I really shall

Deep asleep at the riverbed

With fish swim above my face and dance

My head will be resting on top of a star

A star beneath the sea for sure

A star fallen from the sky for me for sure

I am a star fallen from the sky for sure

Oh how surely I was a star for sure

The brightest one once in the sky

The brightest one the brightest one

Shining down like a god a goddess

A goddess high up above all

I am a goddess I am

A goddess a goddess and I should stop

The wildest dream I’ve ever had

A WALK IN THE SNOW

we shall go out walking in the snow with

the moon hanging low far

away above the city turn

three lefts then walk straight with

five, six, seven lamps we pass by

all the way down the snowy street down

to the place where the snow is

thicker than the grass, than the trees

than the houses then we

shall imprint our foot prints on

the snow with a solemn heart to

leave a mark is profound above

the grass, the trees and the houses

but once you said do not disturb the snow

do not disturb the snow

then shaking, we

shall stand still holding hands become

still like the snow on the ground we

shall become snow on the ground and

wait for our old marks to be erased

shall we?

give the snow our most

sincere regards

we shall travel to somewhere

unknown somewhere

with strange cars and rivers across

two bridges and a dock somewhere

where the sea might be near by and we

might or might not visit the sea

from a stream of flash light we

peak through the slit

all that we see are all we

see follow the three stars that

line up on the sky the

belt of a mystic myth in the North or South

or West or East

we shall go on, go far, and

keep the pace steady we

shall, count from one to sixty-six to

two hundred and seventy-five to

eight thousand three hundred and fifty-two to

seven six five four three two one we

shall sink below the horizon and emerge

on the other side

FEEL ME TOUCH ME

* the following poem should be printed on both sides of a paper

(front side)

feel me

touch me

pinch me gently

with your thumb and index finger

at the right spot

(I can’t tell you the right spot

you only just have to try)

caress me

or harass me

gently stroke

down my front

place me in front of your eyes

wholly openly

I know

it’s more than just a tentative intention

a precocious attention

I can’t bend on my own but you can

relieve my itch

by……

I’m trying to be reservedly revealing

maybe juvenilely seducing

I know you are here

driven by

the thirst

of knowledge

but

(back side)

I see

you have flipped me over

WONDERS OF BEING HEARD

If I hush my voice can you hear me?

Don’t stop talking I’m listening.

I am listening so talk to me, talk to me more.

I want to hear more before I try.

In what language should I speak so you can understand?

Should I simply say hi or start with a poem?

If I don’t do the same as you will you understand?

Can raised volume be heard clearer?

Then why when I used to yell no one ever looked back?

I was afraid of the air because I couldn’t penetrate it.

I was afraid one day it’s going to suffocate me and I couldn’t make a noise.

It could drown me like a finless fish.

If I open my mouth will you look into my eyes?

If I move my lips will yours move as well?

I hope you don’t run away.

Sometimes when I try to talk I have to be so careful.

Because I know you don’t know if breeze or hurricane will come out of my mouth.

Are you afraid that I will blow you away?

My mouth is not a cave nor hell and I speak no thunder.

I wish you listened when I tried to speak.

I wish you looked back when I was left behind.

You would have found me, get me out of the sea.

But now it’s too late.

The water around me finally crushes in.

NIGHT WITH FLOATING THOUGHTS

I was walking with two people on the road,

at one point I thought I was walking with

two shadows.

they became absorbed and distanced like

the rest.

It felt like walking alone but was it the same?

Only by the flickering light that

shone through their edges could I know that

some shadows weren’t shadows; that

some shadows have depth thick as flesh and bones; that

some shadows are beings with forms

like me.

But besides my mind there really wasn’t anything else to

draw the lines between a human and a

counterpart of light.

II.

I walked along the edge of a park,

casting a giant shadow of me on the lawn beneath.

The shadow moved as I moved,

synced with my pace, a

perfect companionship.

I felt grand in a

disproportional way.

I knew that I wasn’t

as big.

Glad I felt that

shadow bore no weight, so

the ground wouldn’t

tremble when

I walk.

III.

Every time I stand high at an edge,

I look down and think

“what if I jump now?”

Not for anything but merely to

prove that my life isn’t destined,

if I weren’t destined to die falling off tonight.

As if I knew what I was destined to do.

IV.

Looking up at the stars

that shine so discreetly,

being overshadowed so completely,

I felt dizzy.

Rising up to match with them yet

falling fast back down to earth.

Stretched long and thin,

somewhere in between

floating and being stuck,

I, too,

became another

shivering, quivering,

eliminated tormented,

sublimed uplifting drowning.

An ordinary ephemeral soul.

LAVENDER

Lavender

(accent on the second syllable)

lavender, she says it with the sound

of a whisper

lavender lavender

lavender

like a sigh let out without sorrow

gentle warm air passes

from mouth to ear

say “lavender”

“La—”

and feel the tip of your tongue swipes

through your palate

the bending of tongue

like dancing ballet

then “—ven—”

the almost biting of the lower lip

like on the brink of a

kiss

almost touching

almost breaking

then “—der”

the final loosening of the tension

like the out-break of a tiny spirit

disappearing in midair

“Lavender”

only she says it so

delicately

“Lavender”

says it like a whisper

“Lavender”

tenderly

“La—ven—der”

JUST A JAR OF PENUT BUTTER

penut butter

but-nut Peter

pet-but nuter

nut-but Peter

if you will,

put benut putter

into

nut-but Peter

by a

pet-but nuter

with

but-nut Peter

and make a

penut butter

！

Wimeng

Sang

THE REVELATION

How can we forget about time

The constant falling of rustling sands

The buried and the to be buried

Discover then undiscover

And this, this is important

We must not forget those that are yet to happen

Future, the future

It’s the present in line

The words unsaid, songs unsung

We must not forget

And light, from the front from the back

We must not forget

How can we ignore the small tongue of flame

Burning so dedicatedly to give light

The sight of yellow and orange

Yellow and orange that spread themselves in the air

The air that we breathe

In and out

Every day we pace to and fro

Doors open and doors closed

Facing opposite to the destination

We walk forward then step backward

The pendulum that hang behind the glass

The pendulum that hang behind the chest

We pace slower each time they sway

To and fro, to and fro

I hear it, do you hear it?

The revelation will come

I remember it already came

It’s ink on paper that crosses so many blanks

A crown be worn for the lightlessness that deserves a celebration

They came to answer the unanswered

For a day’s time to devote to the devoted

To attain the unattainable and to alter the unalterable

The gatherer gathers the gathered

We hit play, then let the cassette roll fast

If it wasn’t for the memorial of the past losses

It must be for the time after time, all the encounters that happened late at night

The rewinding of the tape refuses to replay again

So we are forced to recall

To recall what we should have remembered

To recall what should have never been forgotten

Things that will happen again

For they have never happened

And people that we will meet again

For we have never ever met

2014

POUR QUOI

Pour quoi? Pour quoi?

For what? For what?

Why ask? Why cry?

Shhh… Shhh…

Don’t cry, my little child

I will answer you

Parce que. Parce que

Because there is, there are

Because I am, it is, they are

Why is the sky so high?

Why is the sea so deep?

Why are birds in the sky, and fish in the sea?

Because

It’s high so we can breathe

It’s deep so we can see

Because

Birds love the sky, and fish love the sea

Simple? No? Still?

Feel, just feel

Feel, and don’t think

Turn off your logic, and turn off your knowledge

Let go of the science and let go of the meanings

You only start to think

When you are not thinking

For then you are free

And you are free

Your subconscious is smarter than you

It’s laughing

But it’s crying

Pour quoi, pour quoi?

Parce que, parce que

II.

Pour quoi? Pour quoi?

Parce que je suis belle belle

Oui, oui

Parce que je suis belle belle

Oh so pretty

Classy classy

The sun is shinning for me

And my eyes are where the lights will be

Oui, oui

They are glamorous sins

That lure you beneath

Sleep, child, sleep

In my heart

May you rest in peace

III.

Oh classy lady, classy lady

If I can just look directly into your eyes

Through your bushy eyelashes

Then there, will I see

The thoughts in your mind

And my reflection in your

In your beautiful, beautiful eyes?

IV.

Pour quoi? Pour quoi?

I search, but never find

What’s beyond, and what’s behind

I wish I could tell

But

Je ne sais pas

I tried to see through the mist

So dense, all disappeared

I reached out a trembling hand

From where extends

Hopelessly hopelessly

Into the blank

Out of reach

Never can and never will

Never lose, what you’ve never got

In mist

I find

The clearest I can ever find

It’s me

Darling

It’s now

VI.

Pour quoi? Pour quoi?

Don’t ask, don’t see

Just close your eyes

And follow my lead

I’m your queen

The your highness

I’m Queen Elizabeth

If that’s really my name

My hand is soft

And your too

So let’s put them together

Dup forms Uno

Together

I will lead

step by step

Till the end

Of the end

VII.

Pour quoi? Pour quoi?

The sun is sinking

With the orange light

Slowly

Gently

The light fades away

Pour quoi? Pour quoi?

The night is lonely

She needs a hug

And only with the sunlight gone

Can she seek for warmth

The warmth in dark