Kill it, Myths about Lying Down & Sex with Neo by Luoyang Chen

Kill it, Myths about Lying Down & Sex with Neo by Luoyang Chen

Kill it

A line is twisted and cut in between

Yielding a pragmatic smile to

Academic birds —

Lineament or lineality? Full of joy

And contempt and I-am-not-you cynicism

With your entitled rhetorical usage, I induce passivity

Hatred is a continuity. “I hate you”. Said once, said

Twice. Quadruple it. In the name of. Name it. Revolution

Is call it a different name. Actually, what did you do? What

Did you actually do? Language does, of course. Look

What it does to the aunty not in your literary

Community. A seagull flutters overhead. Gull is a verb

Remember this. Every war starts with ideology. Don’t

Hate me. Kill it.

 

Myths about Lying Down

*

Labour, you are not a dream I want to sleep with. Supplement the sleep. I wake up in my own health. An ancient one. But is half-forgotten. Sickness. Cracks it opens. Bellies are for thirst with pulps. Every morning I iron my heart. This morning flies consume the snail you crushed last night. A snail is a hickey. A hickey is getting lost in my Monday morning blues.

*

Body, I train you to rest. You smoke four cigarettes per day. Lately, you feel more and more like a body. Each day you dislocate at the hospital. At night, you groan like a wounded wolf.

*

Ficus, I kept watering and telling you ‘Don’t die” until you died. I think I still dream of you sometimes. It’s impossible to heal what is broken. It is not impossible. To make absence present. If I am an elegist or collage artist. I stay dying and you stay being dead. Death is immortality. We are kin.

*

Words, your cadence annoys me. Bashing. Peeling. You speak English very well. You speak English, very well. You, speak English, very well. Semantic history, sashay away.

*

Mermaid, I apologise for running away.

 

Sex with Neo

For three years, I had zero interest in watching the Matrix, even when I was occasionally shamed by some asshole philosophy students. “You haven’t watched the Matrix!”

Even though at the time all I could write were those second-class-honours-division-A papers, their Matrix references and jargons were not incomprehensible.

I never watched the Matrix.

Now I have and

All I want to do is to have sex with Neo.

I am corrupted.

I am ruined again.

Or feel corrupted, feel ruined.

The distinction doesn’t seem to matter:

To be and to feel, what’s the difference?

I’ve always wanted to have a boyfriend called “Jude”.

(That’s a lie. But there’re some truths to it.)

Why did you take me to the op-shop?

Why did you take me to op-shop books of poetry

And a tray to hold an artisan soap?

I thought it was all sex with you.

I opened the notebook which I received from a poet who writes to the sea

And wrote this: a wave looms —

Does the land want to dissolve into the sea or does the sea want to become the land?

I wrote: I’d rather touch myself than let others touch the edge of me. Others exclude you.

But you left me sprawling like devil’s ivy.

After the op-shop, you drove me back

To my apartment where we cuddled and listened to

Michael Jackson’s Billie Jean and more. You

Told me that “It’s interesting to show a person something/someone

Famous and yet that person had no idea of what/who that was.”

As interesting as me driving a jeep, or Suzuki Jimny, or Suzuki Sierra —

I wanted to say but I kept my mouth shut. Instead, I called your name.

“Yes, I am listening.” I looked at your eyes. The reality is raw. The illusion is empty.

How about sex?

 

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