I, as a person who don't enjoy writing or reading poem, came up with a poem while snorting a bowl of Hong Kong brand instant noodles around 1:40am in a rainy Spring night, April 7, 2009.
Ramen and Spring (4/2009)
Sprinkling upon the starless night
the frozen earth suppresses the force of life
Bombard by the five senses at the twilight hours -
the smell of instant noodles flowing from the right; the melting egg sustaining on my tongue
blogs and msn into the visual cortex; songs of hearts through the two white dots
touching the transparent screen with my left hand
Fate, like Spring, retreats back to the minor chord
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