john tiong chunghoo Poems

nothing can be more dry than a piece of human bone
they steal the vitality from you even as you look

i stare at a broken 200 year old coffin filled with
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New Jersey Ocean City
the sea speaks one language
the people there, three, four, and more
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Coors Field
he asks if beer has led to baseball
or the other way round
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this little life, even in Guizhou
running after me
a fortune teller
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the plants always stand in a meditative mood
there is an aura in the forest, that of sacredness
the flowers are the fruits of their spiritual endeavours
the more enchanting they are, the more accomplished
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Glacier Bay's adventures
a traffic of sights all the way
down to the rivers
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Brussels Summer Festival
all our senses reeling
in the summer heat
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North Cascades
he says it feels like
coming home to roost
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bleary eyed testerone fueled
youth asks hooker how well
he has performed
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Cape Perpetua Viewpoint
the sea heaves, sighs, swirls, turns
crashes out to its own tune
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