new poem [ver 1]

you sent me baren to the west coast

where i hid under the shadow

of the looming mountain's stare

ominous and stoic in the distance

in my mind i felt your there

i spent the year stealing some shelter

underneath the mighty pines

so high so high and so surrounding

so like a mother's flowing gown

and still so rooted in the ground

you called me back across badlands

back into this machine town

filling with oil rust and sound

of squeeling brakes and unhinged voices

and cigarettes and radio wires

and smashing bottles and running showers

and thick paint brushes and midnight walks

and softer moans and louders screams

and yoni's voice and cracking lips

all buried deep beneath the snow

and i find myself in an asian painting

in a quiet room in the mia

i am the singer su hsiao-hsiao

and i am no longer grieving for autumn

and i am plumbing the truth of my heart