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I sit and watch the downward spiral
called the United States
from my safe Taiwanese home,
but a radical at heart I remain
and do what I can to educate
wayward sheep flocking themselves
with condemnations of violent revolt.
there are no criminals in an uprising;
only
downtrodden victims of the system
if anything good can come out of the racism
of the botched U.S. response to corona
it
is my son living on the streets of L.A.
who wisely transported to his Pittsburgh
sisters
where he can stay and get attention
and credentials before the next step in
life
like all the other stay-home quarantined
with time to reassess their dreams
that is what the meltdown means
a curfew in D.C. on June first at ten
o’clock
Saw thousands of young people on the
streets
surrounding the White House; defying it
bring in troops; martial law if they dared
brave fellow workers remained
the night it looked like the start of revolution.
no more Republican-Democrat hegemony
Senate and Congress resigned or hanged
torn down the statues of a racist time
life in the States getting worse I ask
did we expats escape in time?
thanks to a buy-out to save the city
money,
marginalized by time with retired pension
by old friends and everyone on the street
but I never lost sight of the
deterioration
of justice, liberty, and workers' rights
I didn't jump ship,
but it didn't drag me
down
radical friends in Brooklyn don’t have a
choice
as I turn off the TV on a foreign shore
of finding how horrible unable to stop
while comrades have to live in the muck
should I really give a fuck
in these years, who would begrudge me
a cabin near Walden Pond with my wife
underground near a Han River road
the only route an old rebel could go.
June 25, 2020
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Actions I have taken and may not take again
Are outweighed by actions i am undertaking
Precisely oblivious to what is around the bend.
Putting one foot in front of the other
Automatically in the glory of bent toes balance
Directing the trajectory of the step behind
On the way to a destination
Chosen or prescribed
Without wondering ahead how or why
Only knowing what is given must be used
For nothing is better left undone
As nothing is better left unsaid
Naturally slow apace
Than miss a second of life to waste
Counterproductive to think of the seat
Until my body is ready to sit
As irrelevant the vacancy of a swimming pool lane
Until my feel are in the water
As I cherish every moment at no future expense
Swimming off steadily into a rhythm
That will pace me through twenty-five laps
Each stroke, legs and arms in concert
Head down thrice and two left twice for breath
One length facing right to smooth the chinks
Always one minute less than I think
In timeless tides being presently aware
Than think of behemoths or to stare
If I take it easy I might get there
What of the traffic there and home
Observed from the roadside on my bike
Solo or families drive through yellow to red
Hurrying vehicles into the crossroads ahead
Rushing to pass others on the left or right
To be the first one to reach the next light
What have they gained? Why did they try?
Is there something won in the bye and bye?
Some quick-thrilled pleasure of victorious games
Losing their leisure out of time
Or waiting impatiently for the
next sign
Actions disturbing them I do not care
Taking my time getting there
June 19, 2020
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Writing love in the time of corona to forget her
When tall grass on the banks waves in the breeze,
Mourning doves flock over the bridge arch,
And cool rapids splash river boulders midstream,
With enough percolation to defer any dreams
What good would it do to figure her out?
When under-span waterfall echoes reverb,
Drowning traffic noise tightening river belts
Around an odorless anchorage of evaporated urine
With enough older love to fasten my heart
Not going to go where only her hormones know
With enough gnats to nourish swallows and
bats
Through Taichung’s veins of throbbing blood
As native girls smile at this alien male
With enough testosterone to
When her thermals low-bridge my levitation
I swoop rhythmically like an egret’s wings
Through saturated skies on mountains amassed
The thunder that ripped through the love I found
Withstanding rain sheltering me from her pain
Her fascinating adornments melt like eye shadow
Resembling tears of misgivings in the spooky night
As she acquiesces in the fight against dependency
I have already retreated to where she will not know me
On the shady riverside watching younger men fish
June 17, 2020
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Where someone’s left baggage no feet on the ground.
Who would have guessed the places we would go
In four months places I can never again see
Without thinking of her smiling face sitting with me
Riding bikes round sun-moon lake and up a river
On railroad bridges over roaring torrents of plum rain
My eyes adoring her all the way
Her youthful poise and funny poses
Temperatures rising when we leave
Through tunnels of stalactites dripping down
Settling like glistening permafrost ice
We shared green velvet on a knoll behind the station
Had brunches in many bistros during our vocation
The looks we exchanged up close with glee
Bringing such sorrow to me now
Never did I touch her contagious love
In language our exchanges could not understand
With feelings our hearts could never surpass,
Trailblazing roads that ended off maps too fast
After she was spooked by the darkness
Falling into familiar ruts that run her life down
I return to this spot to see an old woman
Alone with her nail clipper and crippled toes
To the space I had started anew
Like we never really happened
To the rock of ages she threw
The pebbles of a dream that could not come true
June 15, 2020
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Filling each
void to keep busy,
Passing the
days to draw you nearer.
What I want is you here with me now,
To feel the
dream becoming real,
Out of my
head and into the night,
With music’s
swell enveloping us.
The dance of
serendipity moving within.
It is not
good enough
For the time
to fly
When it can
burst through the speed of light
Into flames hard to contain,
Smoldering upon reaching your lips.
When time together slips through our hands,
Better to dream about you within every distraction,
See your smile in everything,
The ripeness of your eyes,
Your adorable glance of disbelief,
Tightening our coil until its release.
Nothing could be the same
After you whisper my name,
After we kiss and draw each other near;
That is what I fear.