Sunset glaze golden,
shadows tangle with the wind.
Sandy tangos with a sin.
Hands clutched tight, knuckles bear white.
Saliva dancing in the wind.
Suddenly she sees
It was a movie of past and present,
Treasure that film she will,
in white frames.
What other things, but blue that azure blue.
2015年7月26日 星期日
2015年7月21日 星期二
2015年7月18日 星期六
HD life
Drinking and feasting, tree house sleeping with vibrating cicadas. Chiayi.
On a scooter, coloured lights slightly blurred, flowing in and out of focus, the cool wind pulling back my hair. Taipei.
Lying in rippling shades of green across an endless empty field, blades of grass tickling my feet. HengChun.
Slow fire burning, dark ocean shimmering in reflection of a full summer moon. Waiao.
Turquoise and stone cool, high waterfalls fall into the depths of my heart. Jiaoxi.
There was you. There was always you.
That was my life, in HD.
Live Sixties plus twenty
"Happy hippy doe-eyed.
They say its the brown eyed girl.
Summer was her laugh and Spring was in her steps."
That's what they sang about, the brown eyed girl. It was a song from the sixties.
Devoted, three amateur musicians, reliving their twenties,
make three sixties plus twenty plus twenty plus twenty.
The lead singer's hand trembles a little as he fumbles through the music.
No nervousness there, he laughs. We're just growing old.
2015年7月17日 星期五
Elephant
The elephant, seventy and humble
strokes the side of a young' un humming a gentle warning
-Humans are hard to trust, most don't treat you equal
Most don't understand we are the same.
-But Momma, I want to make you proud.
-You'll get hurt, don't let pride take you to places.
You won't like where you end up.
-Momma I won't fail like you, I will be a star.
The older elephant, rocking slightly on the hot sand, her ears flapping tiredly.
I know you are already, a star.
But let's play a game,
of secrets.
2015年7月14日 星期二
Otter likes his meat fresh.
Otter slaps his chest with a sharp rock.
CLACK! CLACK! CLACK!
Oh my god my god this animal knows how to suicide.
Then as the animal rotates its midway float in the water, I see with a better angle.
There in the middle of its shiny flat chest, lay a half broken shell.
CLACK.
The pink shell burst open with a fresh mist of death. Otter claws at it hungrily.
Otter likes his meat fresh.
CLACK! CLACK! CLACK!
Oh my god my god this animal knows how to suicide.
Then as the animal rotates its midway float in the water, I see with a better angle.
There in the middle of its shiny flat chest, lay a half broken shell.
CLACK.
The pink shell burst open with a fresh mist of death. Otter claws at it hungrily.
Otter likes his meat fresh.
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