The Whim of a Mad Man

One more bomb explodes
It is hatred at its peak
I isolate more

Front Page

I open the Saturday ...
Newspaper and these
Fell off:

A piece of human garbage
Allegedly rape a child
Filling the cat club
With synthetic ice
Nips an unmanned capsule
With mob mentality
Until a fatal crash
Fiercely
Demoralizes
Sex

I close the Saturday
Newspaper and pick up
A broom.

And the Sky decided to cry

And the sky
Decided to cry...
As if you were chopping
Too much onion

And the sky
Decided to cry
As if someone run away
With your toy

And the sky
Decided to cry
As if the lady you love
Is not coming back

And the sky
Decided
To cry with you
When you kneel
In front of your father
Hands out
Palms up
Waiting
For the belt

勾仙池

你是有
那種魅力...
從
泥巴裏
伸出
粉紅色的手指頭
ㄧ勾

噗通
噗通

Wifey

I believe in love at first sight
Back to that night...
Our eyes just met
I've not forget

Somehow it is in slow motion
Every action
Your touching smile
That last awhile

I treasure the pleasure each day
The lover's way
With kiss we seal
With touch we heal

Manila

We are planning to show you Manila
The city that raised me for years
It will not be as plain as vanilla
You will be proud with your peers

The city that raised me for years
With typhoons and flood that rise to the knees
You will be proud with your peers
With coconut and mango, every bite a glee

With typhoons and flood that rise to the knees
Kalesa will come to rescue the day
With coconut and mango, every bite a glee
Hear them singing, come what may

Kalesa will come to rescue the day
It will not be as plain as vanilla
Hear them singing, come what may
We are planning to show you Manila

是詩

將
感情...
感受
感動
加在ㄧ起
風乾
丟進ㄧ把火
靜等

Window to the Soul

He painted his face

Like the Chinese opera

Not to scare

But to sooth

his inner self

He painted his face

Like the Native Americans

Not to go to war

But make peace

With his soul

The new face

Held

the old attractions

He escaped

His body

May Bagyo Na Naman

 

 

Noong maliit pa ako

At kailangan pumasok

Sa paaralan

Nakakatuwa marinig

Hindi “Merry Christmas!”

Hindi “Pasko na!”

Kundi “May Bagyo!”

Kundi “Walang pasok!”

Signal number one

Signal number two

Signal number three

Bawat balita

Ay parang numero

ng sweepstake

“May bagyo! Walang pasok!”

 

Apple

Once a fruit that was forbidden

Now a toy that cannot be hidden

Touch and it shall open

To a world that is very potent

Someday you laugh and cry with it

Most days you sit and it sees you eat

Another “ting”, another blink

Another “ting tong ting tong”

Just answer

The God damn phone

Empty Mind

I grabbed my right ear

And tilted my head

Hoping to empty

My weary mind

I pinched my nose

And blew

Hoping to steam out

Gallons of stuff

I poked my left ear

And pushed

Hoping to drain

Years of thought

I hang my self

Upside down

Shake my hands

Whip my hair

This

Should do it

Buy Goods Not Bad

 

 On the paper bag

 From Whole Food

 The dude

 Preclude

 Another dude

 From eluded

 Tooth

 To sooth

 The smooth

 And push

 The bush

 Of their crush

 Into a flatten hash tag

Holidays

On my knees

After Thanksgiving

I tried to untangle

The Christmas lights,

Like my feelings

During the holidays

Should there be

Joy, when people are dying

From nonsense,

Should there be

Food, when people are dying

From weight bearing,

Shoulder there be

Lights, when people are dying

From electromania

On my knees

Before bed

I will try to tangle

The Christmas lights,

Like my hopes

During the holidays

Ode to Facebook

It can be anytime

Of the day

You see crime,

Jokes or play

Some news can go viral

As viral as flu,

Some friendship can go rival

As rival as glue

If you are not careful

In what you post,

It’s going to be painful

With everything lost

This is all for free

As freedom as speech,

Let’s keep it with glee

As gleeful as peach

The Day After Thanksgiving

It is the day after Thanksgiving 
when some people rather stand in line 
at the store, instead

of the doctor’s office, where I shake 
the husband’s hand while the wife tells 
on him, where I listen to how

thankful my patient is 
for not going for the surgery 
to make her stomach smaller, 


where I sit with the father, the mother, 
the brothers and sister, and 
the sister’s partner, trying to convince

that the memory of the mother is gone, 
instead of staying in line, 
to buy a television at the store.

The Pain of Loving

As you see our daughter 

Carry my shoulder bag

You do remember

My first look at you

Fresh out of medical school

With a pen clipped

To the collar

Of your T shirt

That August afternoon 

The evening we walked

In circle

In the suburb

Of Taipei

Trying to decide

When to say good night

The photo shot

We had that rainy day

At the university you love

Maybe more than your love

For me

How can I compress

Twenty-four years

In a few lines

Just because

You decided

To write a poem

Just like the day

You left without a word

Leaving the house

As empty as can be

Just like the day

I signed the papers

After nights

Of lines of tears

Just like the last day

Of my life

When suddenly

It got cold

You came to pronounce

I was gone

As you see our daughter

Carrying my shoulder bag

You do remember

My First Love

You gave me a hint

“She is not your first girlfriend”

Yet you ask another friend

To call her, way far away

You gave me a hint

When we were young and shy

As if touching hands

Or saying “I love you”

Is electrocution

You gave me a hint

Or a little reassurance

During that those days of high school

When we struggle to find

Who we are and who

We love

You gave me a hint

What I need to do

After another jet lag

To be brave and talk

About that phone call from the heart

A Lazy Afternoon

Do not throw a prank

When my brain is blank

On a lazy afternoon

Do not ask for cherry

When my eyelids are heavy

On a lazy afternoon

Leave the TV yakking

When my chest slows its breathing

On a lazy afternoon

When my pen finally drop

And my head no longer bop

Just leave me dozing

On a lazy afternoon

Wrinkles

 

I squint my eyes

And face the mirror

I see two

Betta fish

Head to head

 

No wonder my mind

Is always

In a fighting mode

 

A Broken Right Shoulder

I wrestle with

The one arm bandit

Not the casino type

But myself

The left hand becomes right

After years

Of subordination

He must have been

Paying attention

Knowing where to wipe

After

I turn off the shower

星巴克

 

總以為

那是一艘太空船

從科幻片

衝出來

 

當它

熄火擋機之際

問一句

咖啡因中毒嗎？

Is It In?

 

 

I do not

Even know

The password

To our checking account

 

All I know

I work

Three and a half days

A week

 

All I know

It is pay day

And I get to go

To the ATM

Pulled out those

Two weeks supply

 

All I know

When there is

A bonus

You say

Get an extra hundred

 

Until

One day

I really need

Some extra money

I woke up hourly

That Thursday night

Asking

Is it in?

 

Shadow. Box. Sir.

 

He is the only constant my shadow,

Get it out of the box.

When the sky is dark and my heart is low,

He is the only constant my shadow.

A friend who is close without a lasso.

A gentle sir who dance with socks.

He is the only constant my shadow,

Get it out of the box.

Ongpin ( in Fookien )

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