tongue choked by river reeds
words have no rhythm when the fun of onomatopoeia
flips into translation that's when I stumble
over words as they choke me and river reeds break
the flow cuts off my tongue that used to make noise improv
as the wind says hua la la or the night tip toed in chou chou
or light flash in san guang, silly ways to tickle the tongue
into laughter where the river is wild and our mud body is
a puddle for a child to splash into a crazy no is yes and yes
is no yes the moon is my special love stone kisses me good night
in a shy way only a lover loves kisses feel a languid stream
carry my rice bucket body into dream river where mud is pure
and water empties the mind into oblivion into star dust into
chaos of onomatopoeia Milky Way