unforgettable

Let me call myself narcissistic,
because you are forgettable,
because my memory is bad,
because I can only remember myself.

dear mama

Dear mama don't cry,
just because I do not fit in your womb anymore,
doesn't mean you can't hold me,
just because I do not have that tender skin anymore,
doesn't mean you can't kiss me,
because I do, dry your eyes,
you love me,
one day,
I will,
crawl back,
into you,
and become the man you always wanted me to be.

fine, thank you, and you?

How's mom?
How's school?
How's work?
How are the kids?
How are the grandchildren?
How are you?

post-postmodern poetry

fuck.
shit!
damn...

無知

腳邊的毛，
   慢慢地來，
   靜靜地去。
親愛的罪人們，
請不要把垃圾放在地上。