the table is set with game board upon
in a bag enclosed unknown letters
every sound from our English lips
who picks one closest to "A" matters not
pick seven, maybe a blank
but we're so easy called away
let the letters stay
like money in a bank
here comes Brooklyn, going back
long long flight long long wait
continental twenty-four hour
time slowing down speeding up
Sheepshead emerging from the flood
empty and encased in mud
open up our favorite doors
retile that rotten basement floor
smoke that smoke forevermore
people there are hugged and kissed
touchless Asia, handshakes limp
"step aside a little" becomes "excuse"
false emotions will abuse
Bloomburg carved out Brooklyn's heart
iceburg hamburg served in suburbs
to hold you, dear daughters
worth every mile a minute
and squeeze out every litre of love in it
when we return to Shui-Jing Street
to once again Nala and Sweeney-Poo meet
they'll wonder where we've been the while
meow their meows and smile their feline smiles
that tabled board game we rudely interrupted
we'll play on due time like we'd never left it
enjoy the ride with my rider by my side
in Brooklyn and Taichung, a world so wide
laughing and loving with nothing to hide
Friday, May 17, 2013
Regurgitation Blues
throwing up and coming back
like a hairball from a cat
for a magnet you are steel
back to make the deal come real
deadend Streat is looking lost
manly-girl's well-Hung boss
stray Han dogs looking for a bitch
sorry boys, i'm not that rich
jobber lao-ban pro he ain't
cannot tell the glue from paint
nailing tubes and sniffing glue
matching up a white or two
speaking ye up, the back hoe come
raking stones, the Han succumbs
why's he coming back to me
he's got to piss and i'm his tree
heartburn reflux coming up
regurgitation in the cup
the birds have flown and fish can't see
Taichung smog indefinately
now i'm the man with a paper in my hand
telling them hard times are about to end
won't regurgitate old Wobbly news
if you don't judge me by my shoes
5-17-13
A Lull is not a Lullaby
a lull is not a lullaby
the rest is not arrested
still i'm still i drink my fill
the best can still be bested
time to kill's not murdered by
if i've the will to swat a fly
go digging deep and you will find
a problem that could blow my mind
children act as children do
when adults try a pleasure new
a peaceful time can still be free
a lullaby viscosity
neighborhood of brides and grooms
where they are now we'll meet them soon
retirement's not new to me
it's taken half a century
5-16-13
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Glass
glass on the faux firebox
glass in the room partition
glass stove on counter
glass around the patio
glass on the sliding doors
glass on the bathroom showers
glass cover ceiling lights
glass face on the hours
glassy squeegy cleaning
glassy shiny gleaming
5-14-13
The River Gets So Cloudy
the river gets so cloudy
when storms pound it upstream
narrow white washed over stones
through most unnatural streams
mechanical dredging
where they meet resistance
yielding to their plan
becoming calm and glassy
in a fluid flowing
after workmen go away
5-14-13
5-14-13
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Happy Mothers Day!
on this, your first Mothers Day in Taiwan
dear Amanda
Simone, Renna, Ariel too
you are the mother they think of today
the serious mother who chose to stay in Brooklyn
to be witness and listen to their hopes and joys
even without a cell phone, tablet or Skype
a million miles away
they can still feel every word you say
and, like me, they believe
the day you started our home
was the brightest day of our lives
Happy Mothers Day!
5-12-13
Caution: Catepillars Crossing
caution: catepillars crossing
arrest butterflies
plow down wild flowers
strip Han River banks
unearth worms and larve
termite and mosquito
thru stony soil run mountain waters
Komatsu bulldozers doing dirty deeds
dumb damned dump-truckers
plowing by ordinances done
destroying dem weeds all day
and the river keeps a talkin'
but they never hear a word it say
(the egrets smile)
5-12-13
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