Five Poems
by Changming Yuan, 3:49am July 10th 2022
Our Species: A Bio-Note of Homo Sapiens
So, we distinguished ourselves as
Bipedalists eating cooked foods
So, we’ve become frenzy
Makers of all types of waste
So, we will immigrate to
A Mars after ruining Earth
So, we are a unique species
The only storied creatures
(So, in a sense, our inner
Sense has no innocence)
Spontaneous flow of Consciousness in Levy Flight
Where’s Allen going? Pacific. Today is Wed. My old
Flame is sleeping, waiting to have her GGN removed
From her lungs to stamp out cancer. Poetry. Something
Good to pop up down the road? No luck is good luck
Choices Market where to work soon until 10:13 pm
A little dark cloud drifting beyond the horizon. Crows
Pandemic. Delta plus plus plus keeps chasing us all
China has closed its doors behind the bamboo curtain
Big paranoid. I cannot to go back to Jinzhou to see
Mom, let alone join Qi Hong & elope with her! Bid-
Den vs Trump in so many ways. The apolitical is way
More politics. Wife is cooking fish again, um, smells
Good. Blue & white & pink noises. Any dark ones?
Tinnitus makes me mad. Whistling. Ah, ppppanda!
Three trillion cells in my body, just as many stars
In the cosmos. Ants, rats, silverfish. Floaters darting
So evasive like hopes. Catch one. Paradise lost
Anti-Theodicy, Or Paradise Never Lost
In a parallel garden of Eden created
By an even higher life, there was also
A young couple of two opposite sexes
Where the eve barbecued the Serpent
And enjoyed its flesh with the adam
While they managed to sell the Apple
To God, thus beginning to live
Happily ever after by choosing
To immigrate to an other earth
Taking a Walk at Twilight
Leaves rustling as if crows have just flapped by
In the twilight sky, the moon looms-
What if such loomings vanish into an unknown space
As clouds exchange their feels in a hurry?
Seeing a passer-by coming my way, I derailed my body & thought alike
What if the planet really comes to a pause during the Pandemic?
What if social distancing becomes the order of the day for ever?
What if the season, in other words, lasts between rain and snow?
Seeing two teenagers approaching, I jumped aside and hip-hoped
On the curb edge like a lousy dancer as they ran along
What if the doors of my homeland remain close until I am too
Old or too weak to move to see & kiss my first & last love?
What if my family cannot afford to immigrate to Mars from this burning
Or frozen planet? What if another huge meteorite hits earth hard enough?
Seeing a dog-walker come up, I quicken my steps and turn
To an empty sidewalk, smelling marijuana like dog’s fart
Seeing Is Simply Being: for Helena Qi Hong
1/ Your Features
Between my two dark pupils
Exists an unseen black hole, where
I hide my entire inner being, which
Sucks all the rays
Emitted from your body as I keeps
Gazing at you
With an enlightened heart
2/ Your Expressions
Lighter than the light music of moonlight
Your smiles shine through the darkest moment
Of last night
While your gaze, softer
Than the soft power of raindrops
Penetrates the hardest stone
Within my feel