Lie Poem by Catherine Yen

That summer, she was 11
Father met a Japanese woman outside the city
She happened to hear
A light chat between mother and friend
The sign is like a thread of smoke
She picked up the crayons
Drawing a Japanese woman
Sent it to her distant father
And signed the daughter
A painting of silence
Bringing the father home
Happiness is kind a toy blessed by a nameless irony


The animals live in anxiety
No hidden, no disguise
Listening to the vast silence
Anxiety, barking, screaming and hoarse as it can be
Like a hanging tree
Standing in the air by a single leg
The rising
A self-confrontation
Funny and frightening are the same
When the body becomes a battlefield
The drifting cloud
Is only a tear dropp of the blind


How lies can open the eyes of loneliness?
A fiction
An empty talk
Life can only be kept on its fabrication
A dust falls in love with the apparition
That’s human being
Tempting in the residues
Feeling one’s nakedness
Desire always humiliate the sum of truth
Hideous humanity provides the material to comedy, tragedy and epic
Honesty can neither be a biography nor a charm
Human always give the conquerors the sickle to attack
Willing to be trampled on
Lie was lastly anticipating a disgraceful desire