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BE LIKE WATER
“My wife and I aren’t one and one. We are two halves that make a whole. You have to apply yourself to be a family. Two halves fitted together are more efficient than either half would be alone.” Bruce Lee
Moonburnt elbow pointing to the sea
He crafts clay spiracles
Spires of butterfly breath -
In deeds of our skin home
We learn to dream of being each other.
Return to sleeper,
Crepuscular creases
Of a chaotic ironed day
Float flint'ed arrow head
Into rain-pain shower.
Night was made for loving:
Chandelier skies swing
Along windswept lullabies;
Beware The Sandman
Who leaves roads of sheep carcass
To count in abattoir alphabet
On pillow edge.
Always morning
In hummingbird heart -
Vessel filled full of it…..
And seasoned by nectar succulence.
Borne of the Metal Dragon
& Cantonese opera song
Omens circled the birth stage:
Small hand clenched full fist
Grasping air, oxygen ~
Petalled flames of Flower Princess.
Kith and kin to all that flows
Open the kiln and let the water in.
A hammer and nails built Red Boats
To sail a staged performance
Flick as gentling autumn breeze
Maims the mind and breaks bones:
Steve McQueen and himself watched
The rain for seventy two hours,
Leaving reservoirs at their bare feet.
On the day he died
Formless and shapeless
The stroke of heat
Streamed Pearl River
Into basin of steam.
As long as there are soldiers
And dying roses,
There will be poets.
#ERULGCT 14
Moonburnt elbow pointing to the sea
He crafts clay spiracles
Spires of butterfly breath -
In deeds of our skin home
We learn to dream of being each other.
Return to sleeper,
Crepuscular creases
Of a chaotic ironed day
Float flint'ed arrow head
Into rain-pain shower.
Night was made for loving:
Chandelier skies swing
Along windswept lullabies;
Beware The Sandman
Who leaves roads of sheep carcass
To count in abattoir alphabet
On pillow edge.
Always morning
In hummingbird heart -
Vessel filled full of it…..
And seasoned by nectar succulence.
Borne of the Metal Dragon
& Cantonese opera song
Omens circled the birth stage:
Small hand clenched full fist
Grasping air, oxygen ~
Petalled flames of Flower Princess.
Kith and kin to all that flows
Open the kiln and let the water in.
A hammer and nails built Red Boats
To sail a staged performance
Flick as gentling autumn breeze
Maims the mind and breaks bones:
Steve McQueen and himself watched
The rain for seventy two hours,
Leaving reservoirs at their bare feet.
On the day he died
Formless and shapeless
The stroke of heat
Streamed Pearl River
Into basin of steam.
As long as there are soldiers
And dying roses,
There will be poets.
#ERULGCT 14
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