Translated…
I Feel that All the
Tattoos and the Scars
Had All Quieted Down
And the Visibility Decreased
I’d Given Each One Kudos
not my painting…
Then, Took It All Back
The Life Continued
The Blood and the Sweats
Grinded Down by the Torture
The Skyrocketing Housing Prices
We’d All Become
not my photograph…
Trapped Deep in This Desperate Low Now
(If Tears Fell from the Fresh Produce Sections
Thanks So Very Much, Large Prawns)
Something Must be on Your Mind
Like on Mine
That Heart of Stone
Hidden in the Most Hopeless of All Bosoms
Recollecting the Past is Always
the world of lost souls, not my art…
A Sort of Sissy………
But that’s for the Sake of
Certifying the Lowered Cries of
the Macho Men
I Suppose I’m Ill
Like You
From the Angles
Meeting up in the Depth of the Seas
Without the Identifiable Locations
The Whales that are Seemingly Invisible
not my art…
That was, Our Separate Souls
Keeping Each Other Alive by Pouring Water
(If Suddenly
the Tears Do Get Controlled
Thank You, the Guardians of the People)
Every Day I Wake
In This Place that Resembled a Crime Scene———
In the Nightmares
The Thousand-Year-Old Dusts Accumulated
And We are Still, Destined ‘Til Forever
That’s Truly Scary!
But, We’d All Learned, to Smile
So, this is on keeping a bright outlook on life, no matter how hard life can get, you still need to hold on tightly that dying speck of hope, just hold on, because that, is the only THING that will, help you through this worst time of your lives!
Life, the Obstacle Course 