I'm a mountain covered with snow, pummeled
by the frontal drop of a Chinese wind

I'm a golden monkey, swinging on a branch, shrieking
upon each bounce and bruise
of tigers mating in the bamboo
I'm a tear from an eyelash
dripping into a wine-glass
mixing mineral colors across the surface of a drunken skin

I'm a dwarf! dancing through the forest landscape
chasing a dancing girl's trail of perfumes, behind at
a finger's length
I'm rushing full with a thousand golden shades under my brim

I'm a curve of bamboo bending under the weight
of a moon-blossoming dream, I'm a Shanghai cigarette
wrapped by a pair of cherry-blossomed lips

I'm a panty-line followed up the stairs, out into
the theatre of possibility, and it's like
I'm walking through water again
The tiger stalks the mountain-side, and trounces
trouncingly! into the orchard den: a pair
of mountain asters cast their petals across the man-made stream

The silk runs under the ink, and the golden monkey jumps
on his branch, chucking pointy pineapples
as the tigers go rumping at their game!