Editor’s Note: Dao has graciously given Rough Copy an mp3 of “Traveler’s Ode.” Click here to listen.
Sometimes I see the future
& it looks alright
to a man who’s been waiting
his whole long life
to be returned to that land
it was north of somewhere
it was cold and
oh so bright
((& everyone was happy there))
I’ve memorized
every promise
that was gave on […]
I. Ode to Mother(land)
Didn’t you once believe in art?
Didn’t you once have a beating heart?
when you told me the story of a poet
& her friends who went to see a king
but he wouldn’t let them in
except for her fine eyes
she told him of the troubles
throughout their country
she told him of her worries
for all their people
she […]
I. Two Rivers
((two rivers meet where the water is warm))
((blackberries stain my childish hands))
- a tapestry of memory of temperature
that I can nary forget nor Remember
(we saw) two rivers cross
one from the valley
one from up on the rocks
one streamed cold, one streamed hot
in a blackberry forest
I saw the two rivers join into one
((father killed a […]