Changming Yuan

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You seem obsessed with the first letter of the word as you are both yellow-skinned and yellow-hearted...

 
 
Using my yellow tail
 
I yellow-swam
 
From the Yellow River
 
As a yeast of the yellow peril
 
Against the yellow alert
 
In yellow journalism
 
 
With a yellow hammer
 
And a yellow sheet
 
I yielded to the yellow metal
 
At a yellow spot
 
¼ million yards away from Yellowknife
 
 
People call me yellow jack
 
Some hailed me as a yellow dog
 
When I yelped on my yellow legs
 
To flee from the yellow flu
 
 
Speaking Yerkish* like a yellow warbler
 
I have composed many yellow pages
 
For a yeasty yellow book
 
To be published by the yellow press
 
 
Don’t panic, I yell low.
 

 

* An artificial language developed for experimental communication between humans and chimpanzees.

 
 
[red]
 
seeing the strange belts
 
like little mouth masks
 
hung on bamboo poles
 
I often wondered:
 
what kind of clothing was that
 
so funny looking
 
in front of almost every straw-thatched cottage
 
but you boys don't bother about that
 
until one of my aunts told me
 
on a showering afternoon
 
it was only until I began dating
 
with a girl in a major city, so close
 
to beijing many years later
 
did I get to know them
 
to be no other than menstrual rags
 
 
(a taboo of female blood?)
 
 
although they actually looked
 
more like shrunken flags
 
than thick masks
 
 
that's all I remembered about my boyhood
 
my native village, my motherland
 

 
[week: directory of destinies]

Monday
 
               -Monday’s child is fair of face
 
Beginning of endless beginnings
 
When we start running between
 
Sun shine and electric light, caring
 
No more about the moon on moon’s day
 
 
Tuesday
 
              -Tuesday’s child is full of grace
 
Under Tiw’s rule, every law is
 
Established to stage war upon
 
The unlucky, who keep setting
 
Fires to avoid miss fortunes
 
 
Wednesday
 
              -Wednesday’s child is full of woe
 
Right in the middle of laboring
 
Even god of mercury turns green
 
As it persists in fasting
 
Far beyond the hump
 
 
Thursday
 
              -Thursday’s child has far to go
 
God of thunder, man of wonder
 
We will continue despite hunger
 
Until we cannot go any farther
 
Or uphold our spirits together
 
 
Friday
 
           -Friday’s child is loving and giving
 
POETS day, TGIF, Day of Venus
 
Unlucky for those trying to catch
 
A few fish in the open sea, but lucky
 
For whoever is swimming ashore
 
 
Saturday
 
            -Saturday’s child works hard for a living
 
Though confined to their earthy coffins
 
All vampires are eager to go hunting
 
Both within the nightmares of mad dogs
 
And outside the shrinking orbit of Saturn
 
 
Sunday
 
          -The child that is born on the Sabbath day is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
 
East or west
 
All for a rest
 
When wanderers doze off in the sky
 
Meditators wake up to a distant cry

 

 
[fancy fenghui: 4 high haikus]
 
              –If in the center of your heart you build a dream home, you will settle your soul permanently to receive all the positive breath.
 
 
South:
Feathered with good fortune
The Red Phoenix spreads yang wide
Over summer fields
 
North:
Deep in wintry sleep
The Black Tortoise holds cold days
Long in the chang breath
 
West:
Wild and Disruptive
The White Tiger wrap autumn
All in the sha breath
 
East:
Soaring high above
The Gold Dragon blows down
The sheng breath of spring