We went to the China Town
The same stuff in every American city
A cluster of food stores, book stores, video stores, restaurants, activity centers and maybe a Church
Of Buddhism
A cluster of memories of the world beyond
A cluster of the complex of assimilation resistance
A cluster of solitude ISO compensation
A scale of the dragon
Or a broken horn
Or a dangling piece of hair and nail
The common mainlander faces
The distant Taiwanese faces
The hard-to-describe local faces
The accent Americanized
The bilingualism
The code shifting in communication
Young pretty faces of women
Full bosom, smart body
Tight fit jeans
Gracefully driven car
And in every face
I see her
And wonder if she is also
A cluster of something
Driving through the people-free streets
We enjoy the huge mansions
Of the rich in Dallas
The girls “vow”ed and “hwa”ed
And maybe secretly
Weaving a house in their heart
“Hey,” shouted I, “ don’t forget
that there are two thirds of world population
still in hot hell of fire!”
I am one of them
US-18 At the Six Flags of Houston
It is much like in Beijing
The Amusement Park at Dragon Pound Lake
Or at the Intoxicating Court Park
Of the Martial Spirit District
Everything’s the same except
Here we have the Ocean Men
Of blue eyes and high nose and fair skin
Or brown eyes, round nose and dark skin
Or black eyes, black hair and yellow skin
Or of a hybrid nature
I wonder if we copied them
Or they copied us
Or we both copied
The designs of God
We are of one world anyway
Despite the multiplicity of flags