two minute Buddha jumps over the wall when I grow up I will be God of Cooking, grow up will be Saint of Gambling be Tricks Expert, tough— as things look up down comes a Goddess from the skies to suggest light my internal flame I can fry an egg by— hey demure bun maker hi plucky assorted noodle lady our love possible after extensive facial surgery— this close-up tear dripping down your cheek is onion in my barbecue pork the most sorrowful barbecue pork ever! exploding pissing beef balls! I suppose I will reincarnate in the bigger budget sequel I sweat too much & you’re my uncle
for when all is said & done you get born again for better days I’m doing great from the neck down one minute wakes early sweeping the next shatters & I’m lush w/ praise try as you may to silence the oil spot the tortoiseshell glaze alone remains as it was before you crave immediate effect while I alone remain as I was before one moment soap bubbles the next teacups & would you have guessed it was a sonnet if I’d not said? what a world-class world!
Tse Hao Guang (謝皓光) is a Singaporean poet and editor, assembled with parts from Hong Kong and Malaysia. His first full-length poetry collection, “Deeds of Light,” was shortlisted for the 2016 Singapore Literature Prize. He co-edited literary anthologies UnFree Verse and Food Republic, and the e-journal OF ZOOS. He is a 2016 fellow of the University of Iowa’s International Writing Program, and the 2018 National Writer-in-Residence at Nanyang Technological University. www.tsehaoguang.com.