fourteenth

slow cadence, swaying back and forth

eyes locked, crooked smiles

he takes the first move; crescent kick,

blocks, expecting retaliation

the beat is everything, the music leads the way

smooth, liquid movements

a roundhouse! he dodges, a bit slow

loses the rhythm for a second,

sway, sway, back and forth

ayyy! shake hands, the next pair

cartwheels into the roda (circle)

[repeat]

thirteenth

A2

You fade / Is he on
your mind? / you say "no", then leave
him be / "I don't know"

twelfth

eleventh

Up above my right shoulder hides the moon,
it is not yet dark, but the day is unmistakably ending.
beyond my left shoulder lies the sun,
sitting quietly on the horizon, a deep shade of red.

a plane flies overhead.
"damnit! I swear, every 30 minutes a plane goes by"
a lone eagle deftly maneuvers by the pacific club.
he finds his ledge and disappears from view.

a strangely idyllic spot in the middle of all that hustle and bustle
my new favorite location, wedged between the two coasts
Kowloon on my right, Hong Kong on my left
bridging them, a vast expanse of murky harbor water

tenth

heyoo...my name is Whisky

you wanna see what life is like as a dog?

check it...it's my crib.

dope, isn't it? Check out this awesome bone toy

mm I'm actually kinda tired now...

zzz...zzz...

ninth [cloud gazing]

Cloud gazing is fun.
In Hong Kong we cloud-gaze because there are no stars,
just lots and lots of tall buildings. I can see why they're called skyscrapers.
They resemble giant needles coming out of the earth,
grown to tickle the clouds
another sign of man's dominance over nature
We have buildings that touch the sky!

So we cloud-gaze, lying there in a quiet stupor
oh look, it's a skull!
oh shit you're right..I see it
where? I don't see it
It's right there...oh wait...it changed
oh... now it looks like something else
This is the life.

eighth

papers rustle, plastic wrap crinkles, card-paper rips

fingers roam the table, in a troubled search

chairs move, shoe squeaks, air-con mumbles

fingers roll back and forth, creating a cylinder

people cough, tongue slurps, lighter clicks

fingers grip tenderly, lips tense - ready to lunge

breath flows, inhale- suuuht, exhale-huuu

colors expand, flavor thickens, music is heaven.

seventh

It is hot.


the sharp acrid smell of the wet market approaches from behind,
the calm, sweet taste of a nearby bakery floats by.
The septic aroma of a Cantonese fast food restaurant emerges,
evoking images of molded plastic seats and tacky advertising


It is hot.


The sunlight is bright, as I nimbly dodge through the crowd.
tens of thousands of signs dangle above my head,
to the side, makeshift newspaper stands loiter.
I turn my head to see the river of people I am drowning in.


It is hot.

fifth

We're in Tibet. It's really

cold, colder than I have

ever experienced. Up here, right

now, it's different. The fact

that we're in a crappy

room in a small hotel

nestled between two hills, doesn't

matter. Like the establishment we're

staying at, I too am

wedged between two soaring hills.

Am I caught between the

past and the future? Perhaps
I am the present - catching

a glimpse of what is

to come, as I close

the door. This door is 

magical - it closes to hold

in the past, and also

opens to let the present

stop by to say hello.

One provides me with warmth;

the other looks to me

for comfort. I am caught

perfectly; at the right moment,

a crossroads in my life

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From all viewpoints it was wrong - unnatural, uncanny, unheard of

Our every movement, whichever direction, watched

Until at least, the tipping point is reached, and overwhelmingly surpassed

Are you ready for this? Is anyone ready for this?

This is where we don't turn back; our necks craned towards the future

Hey...wi-

third

"third-person"

from above his shoulder,

it stood, or rather, it was.

for how long it had been there,

no one knew - in fact,

no one really knew it existed.

it stayed there indefinitely.

suspended - 

in air, in time, delicately

collecting.

What it was looking for,

was yet another mystery - another unknown that was unknown

second

getting to the root of things:




. . .



I wish I could.

first

I remember you lying next to me,
remember the blinds lying next to each other
but never really touching. between each two, a slit
Us two on a twin bed that was never meant to fit two
and perhaps the bed was telling us that we would never fit
in a space too small for me and you

a passionate lethargy; hands roam free
I get too lazy to leave the bed,
but you venture out there
I lie still, slumbering quietly
patiently waiting the return of my [           ]