Stream & Flow

I’m a Chinese dragon, lost to vagueness, roaming through

alleys, baptized in trauma and limitations. I run to life,

forsaken by love: heavy eyed and parched. A woman rubs

my brow. I wish her strength: I wish her love. Japanese

philosophy haunts a soul: I’m strong in our neighbor’s

living-room. Forgive the visitations: a daily nudge, where

one ponders a distant soul. I can’t say I love her; but I do.

It’s a frigid love, fully aware of contrast and unreality. But

we journey: nearly contorted, pacing ceilings. I sip and

surf her name. It vibrates, speaking tongues, enlove with

struggle. So fly and glance and shake and roll, for tomorrow

comes with repercussions. And every segment, a Catholic

prayer; and every ache, a monkish chant. Thus, a fright,

bent towards illusion, if only to capture a colored essence.

Meet me in a lounge: bubble eyed and tipsy, blowing kisses.

Let us perish to live, afraid of detriment, screaming

repentance. Otherwise, skip the false, feigning love.