White Hot

far away dead eyes look in . eyes cross snowy trees . soundless and bodyless . move into equivocal visual fields . powder white field 

far still so far eyes look . eyes crossed across chest . bodyless and soulful . moved by unequivocal hard metal . white hot metal 

closer yet closer the eyes . eyes crossing metal . but to yield look away look far look close look at it look at this specimen none one shall see in too common a life . yield . now charge . do not fight . hold its stare . look my Child . look . do not fear . this is you  

farther now farther the eyes . eyes across a flung distance . retreat but not as Coward . weak body strong heart . incubate in the bed of Time . you shall not rest this body . you shall bide your heart . for biding is no rest . and resting is no incubation . await your Place 

fear

fear for the white hot metal

yearn for the white hot metal

dark sky spotless starless 

flung below infinite dark snow trees 

thick they stand close away space and light

no need for light nor hope

fear

relinquish fear

disappears yearn 

release white hot metal

all sky limitless star

rise above regress all items of Earth

only air stands all is space and light

nothing but light and hope

raise dead eyes . steady deep honest . this is you Child . White Hot

bide Time and Place

東 涌 衝 - A Business Man's Verse

飛 機 聲
建 築 聲
聲 聲 入 耳

國 家 事
地 產 事
事 事 關 心

30,000 feet in the air to press feet on home plate 
intercept to blow me 
off my feet midair 
a limbo buoy 

A Loan

a quality purchase

rule one, does one need?

rule two, does one want?

rule three, can one afford?

a quality deal

rule one, does one need?

rule two, does one want?

rule three, can one borrow?

i put food in

i coax stool out

i move cash in

i flow cash out

i hold her close

i left her far

lest one desires a house of rubbish

foolery in ownership

i borrow this life

i return my loan

emerging nude

leaving nude

Pebble

I speak of this Rock
I speak of Sanctity and Dignity
And I wait

Yet Pebbles
They roll to my feet
Pebbles that could snowball into the Rock

An auburn Pebble
Brownish red, dusky like the dusty Earth
Differentiates herself with a Shine so bright
Her peaceful nature calming my Soul
Her edges smoothed by the rough of Time

A black Pebble
Dullish dark, opaque like the Black Sea
Differentiates herself with a Mind so bright
Her fairy nature fluttering my Heart
Her angles balanced by the change of Place

I yearned to shove each Pebble deep in my pocket
Instead I juggle each Pebble on stiff Papyrus
They roll on a thick stack of paper hard discipline
I let slip each Pebble from half wanting hands

I harbor each Pebble as the Rock
I harbor Sanctity and Dignity
And I wait

Rock

I.

hidden underneath alcohol-spun quips
the Core fastens its seat belts though it needs them not
sober yet half drunk the Core forges forward 
reliably 
steadily
controlling itself
controlling inebriation in its impossible innateness
like a faithful man controls his lust
controlling and loose
like a faithful man in many beds 
simultaneous feat

hidden underneath asinine tales
the Core exposes its necrotic tissue though it needs to not
pushing yet half pulling the Core marches on
like a jerk
like an asshole
filtering them
filtering candidates in the strictest sense
like a true Man filters his troops
demanding and forgiving
like a true Man in one bed
simultaneous feat


II.

I am hidden for Me
I am hidden for Them

I hide Her under the flaps of my Core
I fly Her with the Wings on my back


III.

I have Her
I have our Spawn
I shield Them in my Core and my Wings

I have Her
I have the Spawn
I shield Them My Life in perfect Solitude in perfect Rock

IV. 

I shield Them using alcohol-spun quips
I shield Them using asinine tales

I hide Her with my asshole Core
I hide Her with my jerk Wings

V.

I cut Chaff like a true Man in one bed
I possess no lust outside this bed

I lose control of lust in Her bed
I cut Chaff to be in Her bed

The Sick Green Chameleon

I.

I see their kicks
High flying and I want to fly
Stick my formless green feet in
My magic form less form fitting feet

Swag like them I do

Win them with excel tricks and suave talk
So high I go
How long can I go
Wearing them banker kicks

I see their kicks
Neurotic buzzings and I want to buzz
Stick my formless green sole in
My magic form less form defying sole
Mentate like them I do
Win them with western blots and finnagled papers
So neurotic I go
How long can I go
Wearing them scientist kicks

I see their kicks
Noble saves and I want to save
Stick my formless green soul in
My magic form less form lying soul
Pontificate like them I do
Win them with mission trips and pristine demeanor
So noble I go
How long can I go
Wearing them mother theresa kicks

I see their kicks
Respectable pacing and I want to pace
Stick my formless green toes in
My magic form less form webbing toes
Pretense like them I do
Win them with ivy pedigree and feigned commitment
So respectable I go
How long can I go
Wearing them doctor kicks


II.

kick my

suave talk
finnagled papers
pristine demeanor
feigned commitment

high flying neurotic noble respectability

formless
tired
tired and sick
tired and sick and green is the soul of my feet

soul and feet
beg
beg me
beg me to kick the habit


III.

mold the shoes of my soul in walden