POETRY

 

Andante
by Brian Carey Chung

(from Balconies, The Return of Errant Desires series)

The tiered rice paddies are
beautiful destruction—matured—

Grasses celiac roots—muscle of the earth,
yearning—.

The painted face of a sitar bulges
from a book in my periphery.

o barren woman—felt and understood.

To him who sips his gin in wavy linens
a sensation of ants.

A roadside saint mirage.                       My own

bottle of wine and its trapped giggles
are the crooked vine and a country.
In this heat, Visiting Spirituality,
who can say where sensation begins
with its clumsy speech and bodily functions—

waste—I’d give anything

for a little company these long, luxurious days

 


BIO
Brian Carey Chung
Howdy. If you are here you probably: 1. read the magazine cover to cover (Go diva! Comet and I love you!)  2. are searching for names (hmmm . . . ok. You found one.)  3. read my poem and just had to find out who wrote it! (Cool. Thank you!) I'm a Chinese/East Indian/Scottish American born in Kingston, Jamaica. That's just the outside. On the inside, I'm a dancermusiciandesignerpoet. I have always worked as an artist (thank the universe); then: as a dancer in New York and SF; now: as a content editor and web designer. I make poems because the act pleases me and is great company all the time. I'm slowly getting my MFA at SFSU am a member of the Squaw Valley Community of Writers. Groove on!

 

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