dragonflies doused with blue dyefor the morrow they're arrested
fireflies' laser beams confusion
of their facial recognition
escaping charges of treason
for their serious insurrection
sonic streams of guttural sounds
water canon spray when found
then they all fall down
stirred, not shaken, Molotov cocktails
mockery from the British Monarchy.
a colonial colonoscopy...
but it cannot reach me
on the river's edge
only set on fire that heap of rubbish
across the South China Sea.
i sit here peacefully by a Taiwan river
colluding with nature
as an army of ants
crawls up my pants
preparing to liberate some egg-fu-young
a recipe from old Hong Kong
dropped from the tip of this expat's tongue
far from the madding throng.
September 1, 2019
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