Chen-ou Liu, CA
white night
I write into the darkness
drunk on
moonbeams poetry melts the ice inside me
the shadow
of poetry crosses the window filled with icicles
love being
pissed into a toilet my sex lying flat in bed
farmhouses
slipping by a CN train zips through the prairie
poetry
shouts take the garbage out when I do home recycling
the bird of
youth comes in dreams singing my eulogy
my hand
trembles under her blouse a train horning afar
plunge into
the river of the moon where Li Po leaped
a
heart-to-heart talk with midnight moon
azure skies
blades of churning water slash each other
