LOVE IS A NEON LIGHT
ALM No.68, September 2024
POETRY
Love is a neon light
after Rene Magritte’s Ceci n'est pas une pipe
the scent
of your
garden
the ex-
qui-
site
side of
our life
the love
of my life
the life
of yours
so damn
puffed out
from soil
so damn
washed off
to Pacific
ocean~
without
trace~~
who cares
what
now?
Last Debacle (June 1st, 2023)
After A.E. Stallings “Frist Miracle”
His soul is like a garnet stone
Shining, indelibly bound to who has made it reborn—
The discovery of a foreign hardness so marvelous
Wandering lust beyond the pig-feet calluses
Melting into the Popocatepetl or juxtaposing his fate
With the procession, many decades are preceding his mate.
His liver shrunk his heart and painted his bed sheets
Whereas he received her love in million beats;
He meant to renew his cosmic ordinance; however
He forfeited his candor with fleeting anger.
Circle of Life: We had a Great Run
My ocean
Green
My baby
Gone
Your body
Died
A body
Next to
None
Our dog
Wanting
You
The
Bloody
Shot
We’re
Played
Out
Love wasted
Love
Love
Love
Love for
Your eyes
You’re a
Ghost
I am your
Shadow
Inevitable
Time
Go to
Shanghai
After death
After life
Circle of
Life
Resurrecting
Love
Please
Resurrected
For me
I needed to look into your eyes one last time!
Now it’s you who’s exiting
You always talk about
standing near the exit sign
when I was doing a reading
Now it’s you who’s
Exiting
So swiftly and decisively
You knew it was an act
To tell me otherwise
That you had to leave me
Alone in this world of
Cruelty and carelessness
You can’t be there
For me where I needed
You like the salty water
For a fish
And now it’s fish
Without salt
You see me off
Perhaps in a bit
Of anger because of
My child-like naïveté
Thinking that I could
Save you from an
Illness that even doctors
Can’t cure
Please stand with me
To the end where
We get swept away
by Our
Ocean of Love!
Why are you so beautiful and so far?
God- you’re a cruelty
Such a cruelty
I’m shaking so bad
Why are so confident and then weak
Why are you so selfless and then selfish
What are you made of
Iron or paper
Things are turning and turning
On me
I can’t keep my shakiness away
I spent nights after nights in couch
Wishing you could climb up my balcony and touch me
You never did it but always joked around
I’m so tired of waiting or writing
I want to feel you
Not remember how I felt
I want to be with you
Not wishing to be with you
I want to shout at your convenience
Of status quo
I hate and love you
Because you are my friend
Not only my lover
You are so warm and tender
That I could melt you in my mouth
Stop acting like you care
You need to act like you dare
Ann Huang is a multilingual Chinese American poet, filmmaker and visual artist based in Newport Beach, CA. Her poetry has been featured in Denver Quarterly, Ruth Stone, CONFRONTATION, Poets Choice, and Contemporary Verse 2. She's Ephemera's June 2023 Poet. Her latest manuscript Garden by The Glass Door is the Wisconsin Poetry Series' 2024 Semi-Finalist. Her collection of poems, Saffron Splash, is forthcoming in 2024 from The Raw Art Review.