john tiong chunghoo Poems

shot in the eye
shot in the brain
shot in the ass
shot like the affectionate mom
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am i a formation of one wholesome spirit
or many spirits who call themselves eyes,
ears, heart, nose, mind coming together
to build a bridge to the real world
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a bird in the tree sings
one most beautiful song
is it his ode to the world?
or is it a symphony nature
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A black president?
nobody would really mind
so long as he leaves no
black holes in debts, in war,
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Pulau Batu Putih
I feel a part of myself
gone too
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Charleston Spoleto Festival
the real highlight for us
the horsedrawn carriage
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it stays on my top snugly seated
in a white boney case, hooked onto two
powerful lenses, a pair of sonar and smell detectors
and a bonus taste pad latched onto it
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New York Photo Festival
the photographer says
his pictures speak for themselves
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Lake Michigan
blue of the water and hills
wrap us in
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