Ulcer Burst

by Stanford Cheung

Until craters
until vacuums
writing nothing just
salvage my own ground
kiss it calligraphy
in a kiss call
it a hundred
names of all things
wicked My things and
your
constellation
I could not recall
a past trail
searching the
trajectory of
everything
Everything in
afterthought
I thought was heard
After that,

Wo kai xin
I am happy

Kai.
Open.

Xin
New.

Xin
Star

Xin Xin       
Stars

Kai Xin
Open Heart

Kai Xin
Happy

Kiss the ground dry,
Drink the well after naming
your tides, pull
and from you falling
deeper into the night
and deeper where you
were reduced to
ashes of the universe
we don’t call nothing
all for nothing