Flip Flops Fu Xing Park

1.
See an ancient woman.
Be-sticked, black-cowled shadow.
A question mark draped and shaped.
A heavenly scoliosis.
 2.
Flip-flops enter Fu Xing’s French boulevards.
Marx & Engels overlook the ballroom
dance fox-tottering smiles.
3.
The men play cards and mahjong,
drinking tea in nicotined clouds,
to the chorus of their caged birds
squealing.
4.
He is banging his head
against a tree.
Wood energy rooted
by concussed masters?
5.
Your manuscripts were lost
in the same dust as you ask
your slaves to roll the dead grass.
6.
The Dao unfolds, balanced old.
Calligraphic ephemera
to walk on.
7.
Dumplings for breakfast,
mutilated tiger’s paw
Crickets screaming in cages,
beggars limbless bleeding.
8.
Art-deco, grand piano
playing colonial tea.
Strawberry concessions.