A Fateful Night

I drink tonight, to the city that weeps.

A toast it shall be,

from the lips of a man who loves truly

the vast lands of China.

— she deserves better;

But it doesn’t matter now, does it?

Salvation comes to those who need it not.

 

An old woman by the garbage dump—

A black dog with a severed tail— 

Everyone is drifting into the endless night.

It comes early now.

Launch Of The Seventh Issue Of ASPZ

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My poem Monologue will be published on this issue, that’s the third time my poems have been chosen for this magazine. Come listen to me reading Monologue if you are around Shanghai.

Read the full poem here

Time: 19:30 12th October 2018

The address :July’s Garden. No.4.Lane 71, Huating Road,Shanghai. 华亭路4号,上海

Cheers

A.H

The Black Swan

Buzzing, buzzing is the mid-summer day that drives 

cicadas into the tree, though listless , 

how it spreads the cadmium-green reflection

into your eyes;

Therein with peace and grace glides alone

a black swan.

 

The world is lost to you

when you look into the flourishing days of your youth,

days much like now in this eternal summer,

full of sounds, full of faces time blends and blurs.

Will the black swan,  if only for an instant ,

pick up the face of a lonesome man 

and suddenly remember the sad poetry of his eyes?

 

-written 2016 revised 2018

Snow

It was almost the beginning of another season,

almost time for the love smitten to think of a home,

almost time for the disfigured chrysanthemum to wither,

almost time for the homeless a handful of despair,

when the snow suddenly sailed down,

silencing all the theatrical of this town.

 

We stood then by Cafe De Monmatre,

I saw his ears turn red in the cold as he lit his cigaret.

He turned to me, his breath was of Cognac.

“I have seen it all “ he declared “in Nepal “

“I have seen the spiraling snow up the Annapurna, 

and I tell you, I never felt so insignificantly small.”

 

I nodded, and kicked a newspaper out to the street,

it was picked up by the wind and floated like a useless soul.

 

“Now Imagine things mightier than us , things we can’t

comprehend , and answer, are we the snow ?

or the forces that push and pull and twist?”

“listen to the howl ! Listen to the palpitation”

 

The snowflakes curved down from the perfect heaven,

and melting on his face; He seemed sad.

 

“In this amphitheater the the world, I… I 

have been waiting for the denouement…it never comes.”

“I think I have paid the good price…

I hear the giggles behind the curtain…each day…”

 

I was silent; the cold air filled my lung.

A sudden gust drove me to him yet he was so absent 

in a different space and time where the snow,

yes the snow, had absolute dominion.

 

“But tonight, it’ll all end.” he mumbled and killed the smoke.

 

-written 2016 revised 2018