11 February 2019, 13:13
I’ve got nothing To do But explore (Oh Lord) And I don’t want Nothing more
Gonna see some green wetlands Besides that I’ve got no plan Strolling through a Chinese city Humming a little ditty I think the wetlands are closed Weren’t no open entrance I could find Instead, I pay three for Yuyuan Another park full of elders And gulls, girls, & boys
They cast their lines into the bay Or turn their fingers on instruments And cigarettes I watch & listen as they march Something like a melody Slow, desperate, & dysfunctional But artful & beautiful still
Today is my last day To enjoy the sun In this Land of Eternal Spring Now I perch Taking in a 胡琴 (húqin) All two strings of female vocality A stone table & four seats Nine ladies & two gentlemen Swing their red sashes Tied at the waist.
DAYWALKING 