Short Poem Collection (2019)
These are fragments of the soul: fantasies, realities, and touches of childlike innocence.
For lack of a better term, let’s call these short poems.
Fantasy
《The Moon》
The moon sneezed, And sprayed stars across the sky.
《The Toilet》
The ocean’s nerve endings.
《Untitled》
Birds swim in the sky, and fish fly in the ocean.
《The Sun Knows》
The sun knows we fear the dark, So every night, It lights for us A single moon.
The sun knows we fear loneliness, So every time it appears, It brings us Shadows for company.
《The Bed》
The bed is a time machine. Close your eyes, And you’ll travel to the future.
《The Taste of Sunshine》
Every bite of food we eat Is, in essence, the taste of sunshine.
《The Bed》
An open-air coffin.
《Spicy》
Food’s S&M.
《Food》
The executioner of appetite.
Childlike Innocence
《Childlike Joy》(Part 1)
I recall my childhood days, When I could stare directly at the sun. And then I went blind.
《Childlike Joy》(Part 2)
I often found myself at the uneven spots of an earthen wall, Or amidst the tangled weeds of a flowerbed, Squatting down, Gazing intently, My mind wandering deep within. And then I stood up and fell over.
《Childlike Joy》(Part 3)
Summer mosquitoes swarmed like thunder, In their hundreds, or thousands. And then I went mad.
《Untitled》
Someone like me, who sometimes even forgets to feed myself, Is not suited to raising small animals. Small animals raising me would be more like it.
《Adventure》(A short story, to be continued)
With a trusty sword on my back, A few candies tucked into my pocket, And a little dog with a constantly wagging tail leading the way, We’re ready to set off on an adventure.
When hunger strikes, we’ll eat our candies. When thirst sets in, we’ll drink from a spring. As night falls, we’ll find an enormous tree, build a campfire beneath it, and snuggle close to the flames with the little dog. Watching the countless stars above, listening to the crackle of the firewood and the soft snores of the dog, we’ll soon drift off to sleep.
Reality
《Everything is Hard at the Beginning》
Everything is hard at the beginning, Except for childbirth.
《Social Anxiety》
Allergic to humans.
《Going to Work》
Legalized blood-selling.
《Pension》
The blood of the young.
《Socialism》
Obligatory blood donation.