There's a man by the window; he peeks
The window,  like jail's iron bars
Outside the man-made lights, not the ones he seeks
But up above the night sky, no stars.

Outside, silhoutte of roofs and trees
Inside, a shumai with shrimp paste
Outside, the South China sea breeze
Inside, a soda bottle to blacken a face.

Inside, the hope flows in the see-through line
Outside, a man on a rolling bed passed by.
Inside, a wish drowning in a brine
Outside, a blowing smoke concealed a sigh.

There's a man by the window; he peeks
Behind him, the soft light of the white room
Outside, they saw something on his cheeks,
And the room burns, afire with gloom.

Jan.2,2025
RSV

Those screams next door, a haunting cry;
A fading ember flashing, ripping
The wide, dark, starless sky,
Until there is ****** nothing.

If I may, if I might, this old, foul rain,
I wish you would pour fast on me.
Ticking silence, sighs, hope in pain,
Please violate me... Oh, please see.

Whirring machines, tubes like snake
Crawling amidst the Lysol serenity
Broken biscuits, juice cans to shake,
Please violate me... Oh, please see.



RSV, Jan 2, 2025