At night, the salt and water comes in, the water and salt leave and the oysters stay behind. The salt marsh spreads from the mainland to the adjacent island close to my former home. This is an oyster farmers land.

Mid-day – it’s June – the sun beats down again on an old tired back. Mr. Yang has done this before. Feet sunken hunched low in the quagmire shadowed only by the weavings of his bucket-rimmed hat, his soiled calloused stubs reach under the steeped silted rock upon which he adds one more to a sack full of oysters to later be shucked.

Meanwhile,

Another Mr. Yang with a very different fate sits in the comfort of a first class jet. Mr. Yang has done this before. Sunken deep into a beige leather seat in the air conditioned cabin. Sipping a fine burgundy colored wine the attendant reminds him to buckle for landing. Adjusting his slippers, he stretches his neck and fingers a bit. Putting his things into his black leather bag he takes another drink and rubs out the sleep that had rested on his freshly shaven face as he takes a passing glance to the landscape below.

As he buckles the silver buckle the plane shadows the oyster farmers tired old back. Sweat and salt drip deep down into his glossed eyes as he lifts his head to the ominous roar of the dragon above.

In an odd and yet understandable way both Mr. Yang’s tighten their grip on their respective possessions.


post-script: Solomon, my former roommate told me something similar to this one day after he went running along the coast by our former house and I just couldn’t forget it . . . thanks.

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A KFC Menu Poem

February 8, 2011

pre-note: many months ago I scratched this on a menu at KFC . . . I just found it tucked away in a notebook. Enjoy!

Do nothing
To stop
ambition
Economy
Is most
important
for
Capital
Skills
Talents
Use
Them all
to
Get ahead
Work
Go, go

Desire
Lost in the
Cold
Burning from
Inside
Flash
Bang away
Sounds
flare
Fragile
People are
Conveyor belt
Living
Compartments are
Disjointed
Segmented
Apart
Connected
Not
Moment by
Moment
Event maybe
Leisure maybe
Today a
Little more
Creativity class
Demand
Some
Free talk
Harmonious
Society
Steps
Punches card to
Meaning
Lost in the
Cycle
No, no
Meaning
Abused
Tangled
Living
Pointless
Aimless
Better have
More
Aim
Than the best
Man
Moving
Headlong
To gain
BMW’s a
Symbol
Status
Face
Affirmation
Junky
Shows up
Don’t
Make
a mistake
Don’t
Lose

Do I love?
No, no
no
Never
Go Forward.
Can we
Riot?
No, no
no
Never
Shut your
Damn
Mouth
Hush
Remember
You’re
Happy Everyday
Progress
Ahead
Look at us
Loudest yelling
Man with
Microphone
Clutching
Tension
Suppressed
Bitter
Anger
Explodes
Chao
It’s the way
Up
Don’t
Question

Contemplate?
Think?
No, No
Never
Forward March
Onward
dammit
Go
Money
Get more
Move up
Climb
Higher
Mind
Turn off
Go, Go
Go
Shake
Hands
Move up
Rattle more
Chain

Smoke
Drink
Cheers
Money
Money
Give me
Take Me
Fast
Forward
to it
Go
Drink
Smoke
Overflowing
Wallet
Spills
Empty
Living

Give nothing back
Take and keep
Grandma
was poor
Don’t
Be
Like
Grandma
Poverty is
Scary
To us
Go, go

Can I
Get someone
to
Judge me
Grade me
Affirm me
And
Or
Talk to me
Skin
Deep
Breath
No, No
Robots
Forward march
Don’t
Stand in line
Waiters get
Served last
Don’t be
Be
The same
Set apart
On
Top

Remember
A Mao
Saved
Is a Mao
more
To busy
Tomorrow
I’ll dig
For bones
Answers
Today
Show me more
Money
now
Move out
Of poverty
Ignore it
Go, go
Go
Forward
Don’t stop
Halt
Never
Stop
Onward
Up, up
Up
Dammit
Move out
Nothing
stops
Progress