My Picture: I had acupuncture on my left shoulder today…to many years playing rugby…the Doctor said…….
To remain inside
Medical Humanities
What to ask yourself
My Picture: Evening Exercises: Xinxiang City, Henan, China.
At the height of an argument,
I cannot name most of me.
Remembering her,
I grow logical.
My pleasant soul shrieks at me.
Back inside something lingers,
before theirs and mine.
Listening to ‘Talking Heads’,
as we followed the seasons.
Mind wings full of motion,
and one-by-one
we proclaimed “Once in a Lifetime”
was our song.
Baked into our souls
till death came knocking at our door.
Across the ridge
My Picture: Taken this evening Xinxiang Medical University, China.
Fog….. sitting here
without the trees.
A deserted basketball court,
wind weeping through the hoops.
And in the distance,
the train to Beijing picks up speed.
Dragging the night stars out
one by one
….. by one.
To think about thinking
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The hour done,
another exam over.
I am that kind of person
whose brain holds a different kind of thought,
critical and more desperate.
A student ask me
“Do you want to live forever?”
I told her
“That is the essence of poetry,
or at least to tell a story of approaching despair”
Meanwhile, I insisted on the detail…..
at least for those without accomplishments.
Of life and death
My Picture: Books I used today.
Arguments come and go,
but they are always
hidden in some place.
Cunning counterfeits
trying to make
their way home, to take
root…
I had an argument today,
about sub-health
and the cause of disease,
I think.
Nothing it seems is familiar,
and treatment
is always rearranged.
They told me the wisdom in the world,
I felt like a dizzy moth
confused by all the lights.
Staring at a diseased gift
that you have, you still have.
Wakeful Things
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A Wandering Poet 