"jian" poems
If you want a name
you'll find it between the steps
of ladders, like the bullet holes
of wounded soldiers;
a body riddled
with questions
rather than answers
If you want a being
you'll find something precious
in the ugly, something beating, or
eating it's way out of the chest;
the imagination clumsily chooses
a newborn alien, or a
botched abortion
But no, it's neither
of these things, but it is...
And that's okay
If you want a poet,
colored and racist, a dancer
balanced and limbless,
an actor, melodrama
and actress
They're all yours
for the taking;
Remind me of the woman
who spoke of her vacation
at the round table of a small
town cafe; how she took
a vacation to the rainforest,
and had much to see; and how
her crimson red shades
matches the drapes; after all
it's the time of the month
and it lasts for days
If you want a lover,
you desire a well-lit cage;
and that, my prisoner
is okay.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 1:55 AM UTC
In this room he must wait,
time is standing still.
The lonely sound of a heartbeat,
ventricles overfill.
The hairs, the pores, the open sores,
where am I, who am I, where do I belong.
Moments ago his mind was active,
but the echoes of silence are holding him captive.
His first mistake,
has sealed his fate.
He counts the years,
from the sound he hears.
In this room he must wait,
time has stood still.
Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 4:41 PM UTC
Tao is like water
It sinks to the low place
Which all human beings abhor
It does not seek credit
Or praise
It is not proud or boastful
I must learn
Correct me
Maybe I have made a mistake
That is fine
I am humble
I will learn
Would you care for green tea?
Perhaps you would like to try Jian Bing? (Chinese Crepes)
Mmmm tea is so good
Nourishing
It cleanses the body
It restores me
The Tao
Also nourishes and restores
The Tao is wise mother
I am content
Lacking nothing
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 2:32 PM UTC