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









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