Toothbrush, Lesbians and Mind Once you left home it’ll never be the same again Dark Quiet Strange Unfamiliar Your own absence You got to meet all of them on your brother’s wedding Waking from a long night you have nothing left Not even a toothbrush to make you feel fresh The new day The young lady’s behind felt so soft in the crowded shop Fine cotton Soft silk Wet hair Stagnant air All fighting for something Toothbrush Bread Soap Sardine Eyes angry Startled Despair Memory-less Claustrophobic She accused your reckless hand for having nowhere to rest Meaningless fight desire of innocence of purity of death Slowly the flow of light of whisper of hands of flesh She talked softly watching a woman’s breasts being touched The third is an outsider holding his aroused boner Watching the creamy light travel Touch Tease The blushed faces Eyes Nice teeth Openings Growth Seductive feast Mindless beast Dying to be born She took him in her mouth Pompeii Mt St. Helens The paper bride is painfully young returning to life in a white castle like a shopping mall in America You followed the red Double-happiness to the banquet Huge emptiness Silent Soundless laughter Photos Smell of dry grass of red wine of fog of sex The ordinary looking bride is blind but pregnant with sun The white wedding dress looks ridiculous on her The pictures froze Light fading Breathing Returning :: august/2005 影云 : Rich Contents and fragmentary form Of the poem Reminding me of paintings Of surrealism Or cubism Each fragment is a mirror In which I see Broken reality and contradiction Deeply hidden - - - "We" are sandwiched Between Past and Present - - - "Not even a toothbrush To make you feel fresh" Toothbrush is an archetype For Renewing or something To energize ourselves And "we" are caught In double sexuality Man/woman, woman/woman Here sexuality does not simply Mean Sex But intense desire Or extreme joy Oppressed by reality - - -"Pompeii Mt St. Helens" (Damn, I love it!!!) Last but not least I see hallow smiles Empty happiness Silent laughter Here comes the reality Where hope is not totally lost - - - "The ordinary looking bride Is blind But pregnant with sun" (More coming . . .)
