The View from Here
(for Christian Weber)
Poem by John Yau
I am a superior spirit
Lacking all common sense
I chime against the sky
I slip into the distance
I devour everything I touch
I throw away my troubles
I show no mercy
I surprise my own existence
My tentacles reach out
Cinders enchanting and hypnotic
I stretch in all directions
I blossom in air
Satiated lover
Animal yawning at the end of an orgasm
I am not the apple of your eye
I prefer to dance alone
Do you like the way I surrender
Do you like the way my mouth eats itself
Do you like how I disappear
Into the future’s black mirror
I am a ghost consumed by its ghost
I am an orphan
I hug everyone, but no one hugs me
The chapters recording my existence
I have written in smoke
CHRISTIAN WEBER