Poetry By
Changming Yuan
Published on: 9/4/2013
All Installed on a Mother Board
There is a time When engineers Will make chips out of people's spirits As a hobby Someone I used to know returns from then I have seen her recently But she knows me no more Even after I told her who I am "The spirits are installed onto various Motherboards," she explained "They are all transparent Kept in the same big glass safe. But no one knows how to open it from within Or whose spirits are whose."
Published on: 8/30/2013
On the Garbage Collection Day
One neighbor took out a blue box Full of cat skulls and dog legs Rather than glass or plastic bottles Another carries out a yellow bag Containing human bones, mostly children's Instead of magazines or paper products A third pushed out a green bin Filled with failed evils and devils Where there should be leaves and twigs Behind every house in a neighboring back alley The garbage truck is placing a big time bomb
Published on: 8/26/2013
Garage Sale
A whole box of human hearts, each Still pulsing like a fresh-skinned toad Two rows of shining skeletons of unknown gods All with fingers longer than legs, skull-sized toes Three sets of enchanted knives, possessed By evil spirits (need sharpening) Four giant alarm clocks, guaranteed To wake the dead in a five-mile radius Five wine bottles filled with pickled souls As colourful as the rainbow over the Styx How much for just the reddest heart?
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