the big picture
are you going
to ask me
how i feel? or
will you sit
and stare, without
words, without me?
are you going
to ask me
how i feel? or
will you sit
and stare, without
words, without me?
i had a riot for breakfast
doused the flames in maple,
scratched butter ditches in the
brown. I love mornings when
your eyes open extra wide, like
snowflakes out the door
catching your tongue, melting into
cars, each leading to another
adventure, like when you ask
if we are going to live
today, instead of dying.
the dizzy lights, swinging
chalkboard dog, twelve feet
the feedback tone of building.
two dozen students are absorbed
in linoleum floor, red wood frames
clear doors, starry eyes,
staring at my feet.
a page turned would fill this room.
2/16/2010
sourburst lemonhead
on cracked pavement,
ants scatter like
bumblebee pies
in my bed i
stumble out the stairs
gasping, choking
hands-down the best
worse things have happened
you walk past
a clock strikes
nine more mouths
to feed
1/22/2009 Chungyen Chang
There are no enemies,
only outsiders. And
I am one of them.
9/1/2009