Saturday, April 26, 2014

let the candy melt in your mouth

let the candy melt in your mouth
glory in the taste so worthy
watch the buds in flight
don't worry about fat tonight
or what is wrong or right
ignore the eyes that follow you
who think you're an exhibition
see the whites of little wrappers
not depth or intuition
cross the street to the candy store
be sure of your decision

wild nights now forever gone
too much sucking, overdrawn
return to melt the face at dawn
laugh at spandex men recycling
formless globs of peppermint
like folk on noisy scooters 
keeping their eyes on licorice roads
hard, rough, and crunchy 
let the candy melt in your mouth
without biting 

4-27-14



Wednesday, April 23, 2014

there is no last poem about the Han

there is no last poem about the Han
even if the river runs dry
the wedge through Taichung lingers on
even if they landfill it with investor condos
the old-timers know not to live there

even if i choose a new place to write
oldies but goodies won't suffice
a pair of fresh eyes will see it anew
feel or smell it instead of writing it
or churn its water into different literature

but i cannot move on
i have not found another place to grow
and i will not turn back
become sentimental or publish a book
to stay forever in the Tao
peel the layers thin off the smoggy mountain

filling me to the brim cannot happen
God extends passed my top
fencing me in cannot happen
workers of the world recognize no borders

ears hear the ping-pong stereo of bird calls
in a sound ecological system
hi-def wide-screen insects passing
wisps of make-a-wish dandelions 

the Han she rolls from mountain streams 
where reality resembles dreams
there a first poem never was 
and last Han poems will never be

4-24-14





Monday, April 21, 2014

sitting near smog-shrouded mountains

sitting near smog-shrouded mountains
a secluded West Virginia holler 
or being rich in Shanghai with bodyguards
little birds fight the Han towards a dam
fulfilling nature's contradictions 
like lemmings off a cliff
this is their nature
causes bears' dumpster diving in New Jersey
for us who mess the world up
light rockets for Buddha bursting in air
make mountains of smog burning ghost money
as pairs of egrets wing their way south o'er the river
while noisy little scooters race along the banks
reckless steering makes them crash
naturally

4-22-14



Sunday, April 20, 2014

'my first new friend in Taiwan'

the thought of calling him
'my first new friend in Taiwan'
like a person who knew me
from way back when

there's nothing i need from him
besides calling him my friend
despite our being equals
he is the better man

play along with him
as a wife can't give you all you want
tons of disinterest 
he knows what you need

cohorts could play together
even older by a few years
age doesn't bring us closer
he is still wiser than me

could befriend him on Facebook again
and reveal that he was unfriendly
better to let him be
ask not for his approval

a first friend must have a follower
let him play his chosen part
foolishly let my guard down
until the day he'd break my heart

4-20-14

Sunday, April 13, 2014

the river runs fast when squeezed

the river runs fast when squeezed
builds up might when oppressed
ripples with the wind
and develops undercurrents 
when rubbed the wrong way

the dykes rise so high
that typhoons can't supply
prepared for future time
and stormy Mondays
not your clock or mine

fast cars honk pass noisy scooters
late for nowhere
never mind the river
the criminals forgetting
the river runs faster when squeezed

some drivers get tired of waiting
count missed opportunities
temporal limits
 domino effects
vacations cancelled 

park your scooter, sit beside me
you are not disturbing
drunk, sick, and out of time
sorry wasted man 
have a cigarette

driver, park beside me
start a conversation
mount your scooter
into the procession
of motorized worshipers

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4-13-14

Friday, April 11, 2014

i only need to ride the river

i only need to ride the river
be right with it to forgive her
i only need to pause and stare
when dams are made to hinder there

little noisy motor scooters
ignored by frantic butterflies
in the river, egrets linger
far removed from passersby

the crowd in Taipei starts to panic
oblivious to the mad mechanic
as the river rolls its life away
and never hears a word we say

nothing lost and nothing gained
crane your neck and now it's sprained
"come back swiftly," the river calls
"don't tumble through the waterfalls."

the butterflies know what to do
they seek out nectar two by two
as birds' poop falls on random heads
they fly above the living dead

when life's obstructions give instructions
turn away from all the suction
rolling Han knows all the news
doesn't care when trouble brews

sweet smelling spring flowers blooming
needn't vainly await grooming
leave the hubbub, come up here
to sweet Han waters running clear
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4-12-14