Tag: songngu

If you had a blow-up doll
Blow it up, take it to bed
Don’t just part its legs
Pretend you’re busy so no one will see you
You can pretend to be scribbling something in the dark
Have faith in what you’ve noted
Don’t cream and holler like babies
To then after wipe your butt

The Man of the government has turned into a storm
You mumbled
As you listened to each drop of water fall short of an abandoned heart
Fell upon an abandoned homeland
In your heart

Not because you’re incapable of speech
But because there’s nothing left to say
You’re nauseated
By the talk
Behind your back
In their hopes of greatness
Gosh the people…
Slipping and sliding

Dead fish in a field of inhumanity
In the city of inhumanity even the streets are dead 

Better a drop of blood
And the heel of a child
Then

Your cruelty
Aiming for the Achilles

You’re knocked out
And their reason was
Because you wanted to exchange toys
And were ignorant of the cost

You had tiny wooden toys
You wanted to exchange for the world
Then you must die

With a long chain
Prepared
That’s how you’ve committed the mortal sin of murder
Even when it’s nothing 
But a recurring dream
The bleeding cause of your pure heart

One upon a time there was only one Sun now there may be two
The truth is a long night
Full, then you know you’ve survived

But it’s meaningless
When one is bitten by a dog
Should one bite back
Especially when
It’s a bit mad?

Yes. Then again probably no

A waste of time as I watched you
Mumbling to yourself
Living is to give and dying meant more giving (there’s a definite sharp accent on that)

In your sleep
The earth is your bed
The sky in baby blue was the mosquito net

The night in my mind
Limping women coming home on crutches
Legs battered
Confounded
The sky and stars up high, still so bright