Three quick poems on an evening

In vino veritas, as the Romans said.

In vino veritas, as the Romans said.

In wine, truth.

The Best Show Ever

The poetry scene in Hong Kong might not be massive, but if it were, it wouldn't be as cool. Poetry OutLoud is located at the Cabaret Theatre of the Fringe Club, the first Wednesday of every month. Some poetry readings, drinks, and an atmosphere one usually doesn't find in Hong Kong.

I banged out the following poem (if it qualifies as such) yesterday for the open mic section of the evening. The room was more packed that I expected, really, and the honestly intimidating thing was that everyone seemed to know each other but us. We found out later that was because most are regulars at "Joyce Is Not Here", where they gather the other Wednesdays of the month, something more cozy, more crazy, and more poetry.

Nature's Call

The leaves rustle as the wind waves past.
The bees buzz busily.
The hawk screams far away,
The horses flick their tails in the meadows,
The swans inspire "the ugly duckling"...
The sheep bleat in tune as
The snakes hiss.
The grasshopper chirps.
The elephants trumpet somewhere in Africa,
While the foxes yelp, the chickens cluck, the cicadas sing, the...
Dinosaurs- wait, what?
and I...

pshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........................

Ah... relief...

0:52

Flash- black; boom, red.
Flash black boom red.
What?
But the coat flaps in the no-wind
and ride over the water,
white feathers diving downup...
but here are they pupils.