my poetry

With respect to Anslem Douglas and Osbert Leopold Gurley

When the service was bumpin' Hey, hallelujah And everybody havin' a ball Hey, hallelujah I tell the fellas stop the praisin’ Hey, hallelujah Then them girls respond to the call I hear a woman shout out Who let the gods out? Who, who, who, who, who? Who let the gods out? I see the last… Continue reading With respect to Anslem Douglas and Osbert Leopold Gurley

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Hanoi, my poetry

My Balcony

Standing on my balcony, I mostly see other people’s balconies Where they hang their laundry to dry. Theirs are fenced in while mine has lockable doors, But I can count the rainy days By the flower blossoms on my tiny tree. Far below is a narrow alley Where I’ve seen kids practice their soccer moves… Continue reading My Balcony