Poems from gakinnran1225
My heart grows black every winter.
It smells rancid of shame and grief.
My beat is bereft of warmth and fondness.
My boiling emboldens me...
Is there meaning beside the running river water?
Is there meaning within the giant Solaris in the sky?
Is there meaning beneath the grass...
I have a hole in my right breast?
What can feel it?
Money, tenderness, the coo
of a three-month old child?
Can conversing with the cold...
Thumbing through the past,
I remember when Kenny Kwan
punched me in the face and broke
my glasses.
I spit up blood like a spittoon
and...
It is cold,
and I am lonely
like an indigent beggar
in the borough of Manhattan
where the rich and the poor
live in their ghost worlds.
...