as a kid
there's nothing
like wasting away inside a tiny
room
sitting on the backrest
of the couch
looking out the window
and seeing her
tread through the rain

a red umbrella covers
her.

Mother

she's going back
to the liquor store

a lioness above
clouds chilling
in freezing iceblue fog
quite willing

to attack and to shock
earth to **** and disturb
to swallow and gobble
each life fully and fast

vigorous willow
facing down a hurricane
the tallest tree sways

The poet's eye
Is the only exact image of the world.
If you know how to read it
You will never die
He can see the unseen
And make your Dao so clean.
A poet's heart is so deep
They call for hatred
He never faltered
Calling for love
They call for war
He insists on loving more and more.
The poet's tongue is the truth
That helps you soothe
Wake up and say
My poets shine my day.