During our previous Open Mic last Saturday night, May 6, we asked guests to contribute lines to a collaborative poem. The theme was "Shanghai, Saturday Night."
We picked and plucked and rearranged 1 or 2 lines each. Here we present our original collaborative monstrosity. :)
With lines contributed by: Joe Douglas, GAGA, Brad Good, Genevieve Flaven, Manman, Marella, Anna Molir, Garr Ottorsen, Jesse Rapoport, Daryl Star, Angus Stewart, Stone, 朽葱, & anonymous writers.
Thanks everyone for coming out and for participating in our third monthly open mic night. See photos of the evening on our Facebook page.
Shanghai, Saturday Night
As it begins
I listen to the radio a bit
interjected with verse and laughter
The city lights vanishing
from a distant lane house
I go nowhere I see nobody
a flaneur am I, wandering alone
I will rule, till I forget
A temple where I don’t want to be
A jungle of color and rhyme surrounds:
Donut, eggplant,
Street rats, expats
High heels, dogs, brick
Spicy food, heart attack
The city is a carnival,
a party, the masked passengers like
a separated piece of soul
I assume that I am step by step with
the lady of the night
A comedy that you know is going
to end, as it begins
Despair, you’re not to do anything permanent
Some years ago, the idea of being away
From the night with much more love
Despair in a mother-place remembered
“Point, and line, to plane,” Kandinsky whispered
notes of color in my ear
Familiar with that missing part of life,
Get me a whisky sour,
1 more, 4 more
Russians snorting cocaine
3 beautiful young Chinese
4am with strangers
Follow you out
Directly under that street
Tranquility of unknown
Excitement of known
文字的苍茫
Poisoned fog coughing sobs
When was the last time I saw the stars?