Few Poems

They
Rich, high in their own world
Blonde hair with small silver crowns in their hair
A 50 kuai beer
(30 kuai more than any bar and at least 40 kuai more than from a store)
to them is cheap
Would never imagine someone speaking anything other than English
never take something other than a car with chaeuffer
never imagine buying clothes other than Emporio Armani
never have a care for the world around them
never think of entering ...

I
Poor, low in a chair that looms over me
Brown raggedly curled hair, no crown
A 50 kuai meal
(cheaper than any bought here)
to me is expensive
Hates when locals speak any other than their own
Hates anything but local transit
Could care less the brand
Never thinks of anything but the world around
Likes to sometimes pretend about ...





That was a poem that I wrote while I was in a bar in Shanghai waiting for Cam to come back from his trip to southern Guangdong. The following I don't remember when I wrote. Probably while thinking too much as usual. Hope these are poems you haven't seen before as I wrote them quite a while ago but am just now recovering them from an old notebook.



As for I?
I have simply
created a world
which you can't see
from your side
of the grass.