EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE, WE REFLECT TOGETHER
*
The people
they say
say the people
shoulder to shoulder
a featherless clock bird
fail to strike at the right time
Back to the exit
flea the people
the people flee
ass to ass
harvest field of candidates
disappearing the season
The president
he says
says the president
polishing tides
wave to wave
circles the yeast
yearning for the pees
The pees popping inside
water break
bills cling
*
On the other hand
the desert
a crocodile blade
ironing the tears burnt
sling the counter
modern kitchen up to date
Howl a perceived –
conceived – mistake
Your president is trash
so are you
lots of irony in hand
Come and play sands
no despair he says
says he who always rhymes
Drowning in your swamp
I fist my way to your heart
all that’s ought to be pained
has pained in an opposite way
There’s no water
just cycle
my blood breaking irregular
And your pills
your pills I swallow
I swallow with water intact
SCHOLAR
*
work is                          done
is umm                         un-done?
is un                              doing
itself                              “re-
turn”                              re:
work                              done
pay                                 tribute
to work                          un
done                              until
more                              words
are                                  done
boarding                        the boeing
bureau                           of hue-
midity                            no no hu-
manity                           minacity?
minority                        maybe?
dare I                             proceed -
*
“save”                            the work
“control”                       the words
“shift”                            the walrus
“alt”                               the mole
“command”                  the moon
“delete”                         the main
the maine                      coon
a zoo                              of cocoon
where                            boars
bore                               the books
boo                                the works
meat                              the worms
mourning                     the words
of moral                       more
*
behold                         the work
the scholar                  deplore
the scholar                  rejoice
the scholar                  dilly dally
& ask                            for
it                                   all
it                                   all
matters                        so much
it all                             matters
it all                             counts
on me                          too
It all                             cunts
Yuyi Chen is from Sichuan, China. They are now in a PhD program in anthropology at Johns Hopkins University. Their poems are published or forthcoming in Nat. Brut, antiphony, Landfill, and Pile Press. Their chapbook EROTIC CONTINENT is forthcoming in 2025 (discount guillotine).