Untitled by Iugen and Bashoo

By moonlight

my poor mother at work

beside the window

She would hide fingers

stained with indigo

If I had a Cousin in Jerusalem

I would ask them to pause

within the city walls

lay their head on their pillow

and return something new

think functionally about any problem that arises

Underneath the twinkling lights

and flurries all around,

I think of a loved one

while drinking hot cocoa

Firecrackers going off on the street from far to near

Greetings from friends walking through the door.

startle me in my sleep.

Remembering the countryside from the heart of Hong Kong.

A red rose

Walking down the road slowly

It falls down to the floor

and withers.

The rabbi helps him

The fluid flows like no one knows

My mouth is sticky like earthbound tar

My cheeks are red like dragonfly glows

Priests, rabbi, pastors can walk in

An Australian man falls in the bin

Instead, it is just deranged.

We try to write a poem of words rearranged.

Drinks are spilling. Words exchange.

cross the street

No hi havia a Valencia dos amants com nosaltres

Amor e fogo que arde sem se ver.

Blink, blink, HOSPITAL... SILENCE..

My love is like a red red rose

Wer sucht der findet nicht

Bagaikan air di daun talas

人生得意须尽欢，莫使金樽空对月

天生我材必有用，千金散尽还复来。

醉翁之意不在酒，在乎山水之間也。

A fresh coat of paint in this empty bar on Elgin St.