earth being

  staring into the night
sky.  lit, all lit up
in this urban manufactured abyss,
I stared at her
dance upon my balcony.

 
the leaves rustle in the wind
in harmony with my vibe.
it must be the night.

 
sunshine’s glare admires day.
earth’s essence is to be seen
when all lit up by sun or moon.

 
oh she dances with all her mooness—
limited to our relative comprehension
of another—so both
our faces are lit up.

 
in the distance moon projects
a play with lights, action,
and me.

 
oh what has this divine
goddess allow to be?

 
smoke rises into calm
night into clouds

 
hieroglyphics serves the same purpose
as the modern english letters, words.  an
example would be the letter capital A—
two lines meeting at a centered point
from approximately 225° and 315°
with another line creating 45° angles, or
anything similar to that.  capital A—a
function is assigned to this particular letter
as a vowel used to create words
through an arbitrary process of assignment and order.  then,
words are to perform duties
such as being a noun or verb—
đéo mę sů bð
hði xůa cha tôi nói—
but hieroglyphics are true symbols
rooted with rhythm with movement
with place and with significance.
and before words—
fuck!  I say over and
over again.  fuck!  fuck!
fuck!

 
this civilized form of communication has
no meaning.  it is
ultimately merely an arbitrary system to
create sounds rooted only to another arbitrary system, which is
further distancing sound
from song.

 
lyrics are made
in this manufactured american song—
oh the lovely sound of police sirens; oh the
flashing lights in the sky
making helicopter noises
polluting my night skyscape.

 
gazing up, getting a moonburn is
nothing painful like a sunburn,
actually very comforting, this is
one of the last natural goods.  see how
we’ve brought sunburn and skin cancer upon ourselves?
I’m sure, today we are so advanced
that somebody created
spf and sun block only to
accept that we are hurting—what
is spf, usa?

 
sky tonight, I too am
an actor in this play—with
military air fighters’ exercise
leaving behind a pussy white scar
below the moon.

 
bombs flash shock awe
over yonder

 
the tree leaves rustled
because I am

 
sitting on this balcony being beautiful
music song dance dream painting picture
capture harmony, love
capture life

 
hôm kia tôi chơi ở trên cầu
để tỏ ra cho các mọi người
tình yêu đã làm tôi điên rồi
xoắn ốc ngồi cô quạnh hôm nay
nhớ đến hồn tôi ở quê nhà

 
over there kìa
a—hmm, could be a unicorn
or something with a bunny ear—
oh, it’s an anteater.
there
a kangaroo jumping, australia too!
there
a pig’s head with blood dripping
from it’s neck, or perhaps
just clouds illuminated by moonshine.

 
no!  of course
these are messages, signs, and symbols.
from afar real people[1] are
sending vibrations for our reception.  I am
definitely being at this party
celebrating with moon and earth.