john tiong chunghoo Poems

nobody can
compete with nature

everything is put
...

the street musician
a smitten heart tinkles
into his hat
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the mom and dad
found a poison tree
did not realise
the land they are tilling
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dusk
lingering me
and my shadow
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Athens, Georgia
beckoning us to the old days
Allen's red doors
...

this body itself
is a brewer of
intoxication
...

my mind is a fish
swimming in
the space of day
...

there are works that wont be finished
after a thousand rewrites
the mind holds a larger sky
the years glide like the leaves
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