From Tropic to London
b a n g b a n g
The Moment I Stopped
i was about was 6, making dumplings for, my father
just came out of kitchen
happy new year! papa
he was scissoring a tharm of a pig
using the same hands collecting dumplings
into a pan
how dare you! then he shouted at my mom
14, i lay in a bed, legs opened
inside a sickroom, caged in a cage
begged a policewoman
for a piece of tissue
she, was chatting with her wan face assistant
about her newborn baby
he cries loudly like a bull
27, i took a trip to visit my grandpapa’s graveyard
left some chinese wine
the veins of the wine disappear into the soil
like the railways spread out, behind me
once upon a time
a mermaid dances on her sharp bones
for a prince
all of the sudden she stops,
she stabs a dagger into his fiancee’s
lovely silky heart, fuck you!!
48seconds,78shots, no bubbles
i was 33, in Saigon,somewhere close to the red light district
about going to sleep
in a massage room of london
i helped a half humpback
to dress his sock
while my eyes mirroring his deformity
he turned his head at me
how old are you?
36
i can give you 50qui
my lover gave me a gun
then i left him
i did not kill myself
when i stared at the tiny spots of the new year sun
the moment, i stopped
Dream NO.2
a boat was filled up with people, i was about to leave. but the owner said that i could stay in the end of the boat, which was a tiny triangle deck. so i walked pass the crowd and lay down there. apparently, the deck was too small, the icy water started to soak into my sikn….
i was cooking for my mother when she was away, it took me a long time to prepare the food. she came back and started to blame me, as her voice rose in a wail, she suddenly shaped into an unknown person, faceless and ruthless who i could hardly recognize. he/she pointed at some herbs which i put into the dish, confirmedly believed that i had stolen them from his /her bedroom by deciphering his/her security code of a lock on the door…his/her shouts woke me up from an unspeakable sorrowful confusion…
