Taipeian

Blinking through the night
Behind the window shade—
Sky splitter! Sinking one city
After another, diluting dreams
And floor prints, forcing uncertainty 
Onto closed doors and strong structures 
That would not hold.

And I would echo this howl, this grasp,
This lucent inspiration of
Lotic people and thoughts. I would walk
Night's disquisitionary ways and believe
That I can make more sound
Smashing my pen against the wall

Than to write—soft ticks—checks and tilts 
Traced faintly, a watery copy 
Of previous days.

Dale Chou
2012-06-12