Staceyann Chin

New York...

Morning finds me among the rubble of my travels to Down Under.

Books, wines, T-shirts and the odd assortment of chocolates.

It is still hours ahead
of where I sit listening to the time on my laptop. The thing does not tick

but time is a moving. I feel the wind of its hand on my shoulder and I am at least glad to be home in my own bed

warmed by a newness
an old familiar
sprawl and crawl of demons shrinking

and angels looking me
square in the face

and the whole fiasco is a race between me and my ego growing more aware of itself

dying is a trick
if you have the right spell

and I ain't no witch
just a bitch with a funny accent

everywhere
the words sound foreign in my local mouth

Aborigines
absent from a place that National Geographic
calls theirs

Asian faces look like Black
America

all work force
and no real voice to a throat singing more than old amusing sprituals

a trick I say
that dying

a trick

So I went To Australia
and loved every minute of it

Thank you Sydney
for the open arms

the wide grins of welcome and wonder
will be back sooner than my body knows

missed Brooklyn
something awful/something good about Brooklyn
these days

I love me some Brooklyn and my poems happening to the apartment like rain
and I drink of it
grateful for the water rushing

just above sea level
drowning is easy

it's the dying that's hard

Rubber gloves and no hands to put them

The show in Parramatta was kind to us in the cradle of a great theater

will post pictures on the new site that will be up in a few days!!!!

Did I mention a few days!!!

the ragged details of the everyday
the mundane

disturbs the canter of these utterings

I head back to Australia in a few weeks

will be there for the achieved romance of Valentines

write me

Kisses to you world,
Staceyann

Posted by staceyann at January 19, 2004 07:53 AM