Sun Wukong

What if they forgot to collect your soul

in the middle of the story?

You ransacked the dragon king

and wiped out all monkey names in hell.

A moment's hesitation could ruin the movie.

Suddenly you might be happy ever after,

with your iron pillar bearing magic,

and your brothers,

who've always suspected you were different.

Your hairs clot the washing machine.

The headmaster finds you too hairy.

And upstairs, the party will happen without you:

They will beef up their body from the fruit of trees,

all thousands of its pink bearing immortality.

You wage havoc battle,

of which you hear only filled tummy.

Listen,

there're voices coming.

They're coming for the feast.

Examine your direction:

Beyond the Jasper Pool, the treasure chamber

are gourds of elixir.

Beyond, you tread the clouds

a leap of thousands miles,

and you wait for the five pillars,

to piss on.

*My last poem for the SingPoWriMo 2015 challenge in April, Day 23. The prompt was 'write a poem parody of a poet in the style of that poet'. I chose Ng Yi-Sheng's Ne Zha which is one of my favourite poems.

Original version: here

 

Distance

Feel but cannot bridge

Long forgotten how to touch

To bring adrift back

The Foreigner

She puts the everday of eggs and milk into her bag

counts cents to round up change but got snapped

No one told her it's difficult to say guten Morgen and danke

so they punish her with indifference of wie bitte

At the playground she is the only mother who plays

At the kindergarten's crowded front yard she sees no one

Her girl asks why she is not invited to Lina's birthday

Why she doesn't have yellow hair, blue eyes and Easter presents

Everyone loves a döner but no one is ready to accept the intruders

Even the traffics signs say they have no right of way to infract

In her mouth the pretzel leaves a bitter taste of wrong

and an anger at the myth to belong

She is trapped between the heroic and the pitiful

because of the godly cloth of monstrous curse around her head