john tiong chunghoo Poems

my white hair
top
disappointments
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boundless is space
so is this brain
take away its organics
you have a space
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the trees -
they impart
the land's language
stored in the earth
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of course
you are playing
a game
putting the
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first snow
a lady’s graceful
dance
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all souls day
last year’s baby runs
around late dad’s grave
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there is this thought
thought of some hurt divine soul
you could see it
trailing the movement
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I look through my body
at the world, the stars, moons,
stars beyond stars
I know there are stars, moons
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shot in the eye
shot in the brain
shot in the ass
shot like the affectionate mom
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the sun is to me
as the dog is
a delight
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