it may happen one day but not quite yet

one day, i will refuse to eat anything but ice-cream

i will forget my name and why i came 

even forget my granddaughter and my pets' names  

everything but your love will be lost, but not quite yet

simple peeves like losing keys are common

did i take my pills and where are my glasses

on the tip of a tongue like a tourniquet

everything will vanish from my mind yet…

do not bring me down with a condescending frown

for forgetting the world or what is new in town

i won’t make a sound when the agent comes around

or make knowing me something to regret

for all the ignoring and turning of the cheek

to let what is nuclear from the family seep

or fall into the sinister hands of a creep

from me recklessly? Not quite yet

it is oedipal to bite the hand that fed

be it clenched fascist or utterly red

loose lips that sink ships  to an untimely bed

will cease to babble as soon as i am dead

for the lost minutes turning joy into blame

or wrists that are sprained by mailing my name

get over on me now but do not regret

it may happen one day, but not quite yet

July 29, 2018

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on a clear Taichung night in the month of ghosts

on a clear Taichung night in the month of ghosts

Perseid stars can be my lovers

high from a mountain looking up

or from the River Han above her

lights are few there and the sky has plenty

along the bike path of drunken dreams

heavenly perpetuity can cloud my mind

radiating Perseus constellation in streams

a crescent moon will have set

favorable for midnight fireballs

Han water flows under Swift-Tuttle

a most favorable forecast for all

on August twelfth i will grab my tequila

ride up and away from town

with bottle raised high multi-tasking

for what i seek shall be found

she is done with her lover in the night

though i could make her stars warm

why would she not share life’s mystery

remaining unconscious through the dawn

when i arrive upstream i will pour the bottle

into the dorsal spine

resistant to a night of crawlers

with spray so they will be kind 

when i ride home wobbling

looking for the front door key

she will not see me returning

from eternity

July 28, 2018
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the family gathers over the rainbow of Taiwan

the family gathers over the rainbow of Taiwan

high above the yellow horde proletariat of Hualien

black undertones of misogynist blame

privileged drifters' vengeful claim

permitting posting on their page for distaste

left on Taiwanese lips for the dismemberment waste

surely it was one of the sick Taiwanese men

and not one of the colorful among them...

democracy replaced by vague consensus

backpacking new-agers shouldering expenses

smoke screening cigarettes allowing pretenses

banned canine unleashing exclusions

for the primitive pleasure of field defecation

a tax and fee free squatting vacation

leaving jet fuel traces in the wake

leaving litter and bitterness in what they take

leaving the urban world for squalor

should visit a ghetto and leave a dollar

or better yet school young innocence

on how to survive without paying red cents

instead of banning this brother for suggesting

it is better to learn survival than to be guesting

off charity and a collective pot

that ties societies into a knot

my green lovers of natural flow

sans raw meat that the paleo know

shun me not with your rainbow pout

come back to reality and work it out

July 14, 2018
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wishing it would rain

certainly i would ride into a downpour
enduring pelting on my head
knowing a child waits to be inspired
and i am the agent of that inspiration.
drenched i would accept the outer shell of wetness
when warm and dry the love inside them blooms 
grooms them into lovely humans
for others to embrace
yet for ridicule i would stay home
knowing it might sound quite strange
wishing rain would change my mind 
whip the wind  and come what may
when all to gain would be the same
no benefit from dishonest business
engorged with greedy ulterior purpose
learning language to succeed 
not for moral foundation 
not for the golden rules 
but for the cloudburst of sudden storm 
on pilgrims' wandering salvation
the clouds that hinder obsession
remind them comfort for righteous exists 
around billowed clouds of heavy moisture
incipient destination for ambitious men's torture

July 3, 2018
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