Next: A Free Sonnet in Infinitives, My Crows, Hocus Pocus

by | Jun 11, 2019 | Issue Nine, Poetry

Next: A Free Sonnet in Infinitives

To be               a matter when there’s no question

Or not to be     a question when nothing really matters

To sing            with a frog squatting straight

On a lotus leaf in the Honghu Lake    near Jingzhou

    To recollect             all the pasts, and mix them

Together like a glass of          cocktail

To build                      a nest of meaning

Between two broken branches on       Ygdrasil

To strive          for deity

Longevity        and

Even happiness

To come          on and off line every other while

To compress    consciousness into a file, and upload it

    Onto a nanochip.     To be daying, to                    die

My Crows


Still, still hidden

Behind old shirts and pants

Like an inflated sock

Hung on a slanting coat hanger

With a prophecy stuck in its throat

Probably too dark or ominous

To yaw, even to breathe

No one knows when or how

It will fly out of the closet, and call


Like billions of dark butterflies
Beating their wings
Against nightmares, rather

Like myriads of
Spirited coal-flakes

Spread from the sky
Of another world

A heavy black snow
Falls, falling, fallen
Down towards the horizon

Of my mind, where a little crow

White as a lost patch

Of autumn fog

Is trying to fly, flapping 
From bough to bough

Hocus Pocus

This [bread] is no other than

Jesus’ flesh

This [horse’s open mouth] is        Vaisvanara

This [word] has 

  A magic power

This [fish head] brings

 Courage & posterity

This [fluid] cures

    All diseases

This [sequence of syllables] drives away

  All evils & devils

This [ritual] ensures

      Good weather & good harvest

This [hat/hood] guarantees 

    Purity, loyalty

This [flag] leads right

                             To paradise

This [man] is

       A living god

This [statue, foiled or not] is


This [chip] will transform us

       Into superbeings

So, that is the whole story:

All is well that believes well

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