There’s a salve for that absurdity,
she sputters while sharpening Mongolian daggers,
Yes,
dense,
fragrant,
a time capsule of opium wars and triad dens.
There’s a hole for that irrationality,
she grunts while reshaping carpetbaggers,
Yes,
dense,
patient,
a potpourri of foolish consistencies.
There’s a pyre for that authority,
she pounds while punishing bootleggers,
Yes,
dense,
vacant,
a rotisserie of tendons baking under warranty.
— yiqi 27 april 2015 10:13 am
I really liked “a time capsule of opium wars and triad dens.” It reminded me of my research paper from days gone by and the book I am reading now – Sea of Poppies – by Amitav Ghosh, set during India and on a ship during the time of the Opium Wars.
Yeah, I still associate you with the opium wars (research). ^_^