Everything is going so slow
like the traffic on a Chinese highway
and there’s just enough time
to really think everything over.
But with all these cars just crawling
it’s a shame to think
we may be headed
in the wrong direction.

i’m reminded of the misery
i once enjoyed as daily life
when i returned to my most
recent home and thanked
my creator for uprooting me
to greener pastures.

And even with these teeth
sharpened and serrated
pressed against bruised
and battered flesh,
I must smile.

it’s the teeth that make
the love run all along,
Just like blood
from a freshly bit wound.