Desmond Kon Poems

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It's a long way from Baudrillard's hyperreal-hybrid universe.
And Fio is bracing, gathering himself for the good fight
against the Hunters, four sizes bigger and humanoid-looking,
beady eyes and overbite from supernumerary teeth.
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I.

According to Can Grande della Scala
the first level of wellspring meaning:
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i.

let dreamers make the mauve whole, let them remake me supine
lazy long-handle songs which make me write lazy rhymes, leonine
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“The wind is your friend, ” Da-Ren tells his student
as his student struggles with his umbrella. The umbrella’s steel
rods are bending backwards, flapping gadfly legs.
Why does master’s hair always stay perfectly combed?
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I am not frost that forms crystals
in the clearing. It is on trees and twigs
on my toes too from the gaping mouth
of my old boots. I have no more tools
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Da-Ren has met Dada for tea and now has to join the other table.
“Toss them down the stairs, ” Dada tells Da-Ren, “and see
where the sticks land.” Playing pick-up sticks online
is nervous energy especially with that plasma screen replaying
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1. an ethnographer can’t help but objectify
2. the watchdogging what’s eclipsing / defecting
3. he paints the solarium / the cheeks / no, the eyebrow
4. brown boy in the blue frock / its chiffon
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just deleted an isthmus
out of fear, sheer fear;
this, the culture of fear
and what it does, burns
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The Yellow Emperor has asked for Da-Ren. Da-Ren arrives
and looks at the yellow all around; even the small teacups
have lost their chestnut and clove-tree cities to become one
unremitting saffron. No one is levitating in this courtyard
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