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.

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.

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.

Romance is like a pen.

Rotate in unison.
Missing parts of a whole, bits of you and bits of me.
Pushing through a tidal wave.  Always late at night it feeds.

I'll be thinking about you.

Don't think now, don't think when.
Romance is like a pen.

I spilt my ink,
leaks where leads a picture then.

Un

Undo the lace of touch that burns an eternity of coal glowing warmth.
Unhear the voice in vibration, one frequency that soothes and excites, me.
Unsee a thousand visions of love. Visions of versions of how it could be.

I can not forget.
So,
it becomes an art of
un
remembering.

Typhoon

I am the center of a magnetic pull, towards the northwest I venture. From afar I see a green, grayish coastline.
 Ah, I exclaim inwardly, this is the island they call Taiwan.
 "So, I've heard so much about you."
 She was silent. A silver mist rises from her curves of green.
"Do you fear me?"
Her shorelines are broken, violent waves crash angrily against the jagged rocks.
"No."
"But I am a hundred forces of death, I destroy."
"Then I will suicide into your arms of wind and rain...I fear you not."

Not one split of a second later were the words uttered, did I crashed my skull into her spine.