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Poetry Music Thoughts and Reflections

Plato’s Last Supper — June 10, 2017
Passport — April 24, 2017

Passport

1.

turquoise town

flagged rooftops

revolution red

ripped on the city outskirts

 

binoculars on Buddha’s blessings

butter melting

the sage fired air

 

curtains pulled

over Beijing’s chosen Panchen

homage to a stolen lama

 

military molestation

a monk pat down measure

at temple gates

 

machine gun checkpoints

operating their lungs

over chanting nomads

 

clockwise hum plaited

om mani padma hung

in the hair of pilgrims

in the base of the belly

in the neck

behind eyes

in the right breast

 

a tourist attraction

 

one way permeability

all Tibetan passports

confiscated in 2012

 

2.

the train reversing

a forty-hour goodbye

in a smoke-filled carriage

beige borders blur

ranges melt

 

an airport gate

a wing span night

waves folding on the sound

of the 747

a cold window thaws

into an opposing season

 

Air Asia knees

white slippers under blanket

in the seat pocket

Hemmingway’s The Old Man And The Sea

written in Chinese and English

bought at the Beijing station

and permitted

to enter Lhasa

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Sanctuary — December 3, 2016
Nation — September 23, 2016

Nation

the armed guard is dressed

in 19th century floral

pink stilettos peeking

in a shadow of layered

petticoat

 

the folds separate the women

from the men and the young

paper coiled into tubes

two eye one at a time

trials

 

a black helmet

upside down nests

an emoji crossed smile

umbered and chained

to feet of old plastic dolls

 

the ivory cat’s reflection rests

in painted boards

on serrated mesh

with sky holes

gaping messy

 

a flag wooden is tacked

to a white wall broken

on the third story

of new foundations

bought

tolled

and taxed

Museum —

Museum

in four limbs around an oval

man cerated

 

edges framed

and falling to cedar

 

expanding in triangular

their shadows white

 

footprints amidst

a maroon sea

 

the light of ceiling

soaked in a leaking flood

 

arial footed

lines pasted to the floor

 

a small diamond window hidden

in the belly of outside

Yesterday’s Bleach — September 12, 2016

Yesterday’s Bleach

After ‘A Beautiful Young Nymph Going to Bed’ by Jonothon Swift

 

 

Sugar granules sink in foam

on a table where Sappho is

 

stuck between pages

preening Ovid’s Amores.

 

A fall happens,

coffee spills on swift shoes,

 

a copy of ‘Men’s Health’

splays on concrete.

 

Behind him, a little black dress

in a window with accessories,

 

gifts, and a stack of books

titled ‘Freedom’.

 

With translation on his lips,

he mouths something

 

about Gulliver, wiping

liquid from the city street.

 

Saying nothing in return,

Corinna picks up her empty cup,

 

cures her hair with a pin

and eyes the messy magazine.

 

Apostrophe driven on bittersweet,

she turns to the sky,

 

O cloudy context fold in,

this battlefield is yesterday’s bleach.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

good news — March 22, 2016

good news

she makes a fist

pound to her thigh one hundred desks lined in rows of five

 

they shake

hands champagne bottles on a white table gang riots in the city of Melbourne

 

he sips

from plastic cup a blue canvas shade hot cross buns in the oven

 

she holds

a sign saying good news recycled waste in the wrong bin