john tiong chunghoo Poems

5.000 years to reach
the last of its men
china cuts through hills and mountains
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one hides behind a skirt
to shore up populairty

one behind a white man
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my first winter
the snow flutters
my heart flutters
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man next table is waiting
for wife to be back from whoring
my filipino friend tells me
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3,000 pairs
but not one
did i get to see
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Moab Music Festival
the music reverberates too
in the valleys of our heart
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last horse
echo of hooves
in the alleyways
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still at the cave of existence
we plod on with our breaths
our intelligence
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the sweetness
in colourful diversity
kek lapis
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