Take me
I seemed to yell / you seemed to imagine
Me in a pretty white skirt / you eyes wandered
Down and up and up
I had smooth dark skin / beautiful blue eyes and
rose red cheeks / lovely body
Pretty girls should not be alone.
Darkness / I blink
And I see you / You on
Top of me.
My chest tingles / you breathed heavily and kissed
Onto my soggy body / drag me down
I screamed
Don’t worry baby girl / illegal slut
you love me / you said no one should have me
In their life.
My beauty / make you love
Make you money / you will come save you
White horses and all.
Little white pills / medicine and all
Will cure your filth / hook me to you
For all your life.
Alone / little immigrant girl
Hide from the police / they kill useless foreigners
Much like you.
Shivering / I’m not longer afraid
Of your touch and the tingling / sounds of wailing sirens
I was shy and ran away.
Men in big black suits / They don’t like
Pretty young aliens / they will lock me up
Just like you. You love me/ Right that’s it
You saved me / But I don’t like
A single second of you.
Sirens shrieked / I see blue
And red / I scream
You leave me behind.
You’re the one in handcuffs / I need you
Call me baby girl / the police cuffed
Me too.
I was lucky / They let me stay
In a world where I was alone / Without you
I don’t know if I was better off.
I close my eyes / I see you
Like a phantom limb
Like a splinter in the mind
Like a tantalizing torture.
You drive me crazy / you are always watching
And I like it / I go mad when you aren’t
Because of you.
I don’t wear white skirts any more,
Even if I’m one of the lucky ones.
The Great Uncle Sam
She tip-toed on the glass fragment shards — remains
of her blood-violet Cheval Blanc
1947 with her pale plushy feet, her torch
on the right, and her sword on the left. It swung
the arm of justice, cutting mystic exotic lands
Bit by bit. She sucked the dripping
juice falling from beneath, hollowed,
And inside she ached for her childhood
Christopher. His death sickened and
pushed her to the edge of the cliff where she could
Apartheid beneath and the dangling rope. Her hand reddened
And made mark, yet she held on even
Tighter.
That memory never fades.
Her foot bled, crushed
shards of Usurpers, but do not worry as
fairy dust walls will break away from
evil Tenochtitlan, the John Company will
provide everything she needs,
and Uncle Sam will be
great again.
River flowing of finest gold, she could see
It shined, that was where she wanted. Stumbling,
the torch guided her and her sword
Balanced her, tips digging onto the ground,
Shattering pieces of broken glass.
Ladies and gents, on stage
she cried,
The Great Uncle Sam.
The Internet Man
Holding
An axe
A screw
A scalpel
A roll of tape
A black bag
It
Was dark
at midnight
the man
walked into the house
He took out
his axe
first To the family of four
that watched the TV he
unsheathed the axe
and plunged
it into the neck. A splash
of
dark dark
red
squirted
He unscrewed
the head
and scalpelled its inside
hollow.
He stuffed the content
of the black
bag into the hollow
head and used
a roll of tape to
wrap
the head up again.
He followed suit
with the other
two of the three family members left.
After he was done,
He cleaned his hands.
He scraped his tools.
Three days later, he came
back to the house,
The family was watching TV. It
was a sound
he
has never heard before.
There were only three
That sat on the sofa watching TV.
The man halted and turned away,
His job was done. He had many more-
“We have not lost our mind.”
Dear All Mortal Beings [至芸芸众生]
Humans
we live and die,
Our lives short
finite
And miniscule
Like grains of sand
we were swept
up!
by the surges of time, then
buried under the mountains of dune.
We will be dead
forgotten
And erased without a stain.
But, from the moment that we began
to fight
choose
love
Our lives were no longer pointless.
The sky darkened, the tree leaves rustled
The rain droplets splattered, the busy cars honked,
And the clouds, they gathered a grand party,
Ding-ling-ling!
The lucky charm clinked as the glass
doors of 7/11 slid open after a teenage boy
With blue frames. All the homework
In his satchel weighing down his body,
“Why have you stopped growing so young?”
Dark purple bags under his eyes, he had stayed
Up for nights just to keep (an) A
-float.
A woman was talking to the
Shopkeeper, her greying hair and wrinkles
Momentarily sinking into her facading
Smile. She was buying her last meal at the shop
After divorcing her cheating husband.
Her daughter who went to school, was the best
of her class, With pretty dangly curls and big brown eyes,
the center of attention. But no one knew about
The nights she spent staring at the sky
Her parents’ shouting drowning the brightness of the stars.
Take a look!
There is the crowd screaming and cheering,
their flags and jerseys flinging across the field.
The players raised their fists to the sky,
the sweat and pain flying off their shoulders.
Take a look!
There is the fifteen-year-old boy who stood
alone at the very tip of the balcony,
tearing open his papers after papers
and tossing them to the sky.
Take a look!
There is the girl slammed onto the hotel bed,
feminine bodies moved rhythmically and
with great passion. Her holy cross necklace thrown
to the side,nothing could
stop them from getting to each other.
Take a look!
There is the woman with her coffee,
running to squeeze into the elevator.
The coffee stained her white blouse after trying to avoid contact with
her high-heels blister has still not healed. Swearing,
she ran to the bathroom. All she wanted was a small house, if she was lucky,
she would only need to work for ten more years.
Take a look!
At all those people scrambling so hard just for
A life.
We want so bad; we fight because
We have so little; we choose because
We are truly alive so rarely; we love because
Nothing in life has a purpose until we give it one，
No one has a purpose until they are given one,
That purpose is the light that we are always
soaring
sprinting
swimming
towards.
Who are they?
They were not just 芸芸众生
Who are they?
They are not just 芸芸众生
They don’t want to be plastered
in every page of history, pass
down legacy, not even save the world.
They just want to watch the sun fall and
rise,
They just want to watch those they love laugh and
live,
They just want themselves
One step closer to the
Big
Grand
World.
Who are they?
They are the 芸芸众生...