I have come here to suck on the rims of oil rigs
There are moon-sized holes in the floors of cyber cafes
Me? I am a mass expanding gradually
& your malaria parasite
In an anthropological museum, there’s a man who breathes through the tip of his head
You live in the HTML format too
Infinities are the length of Independence Monument in Yangon
I have to get a new email address every day
Snakehead is a deity fish The temple choking in my throat
is an illegitimate star somewhere else
We have thoroughly searched the place
The parking buses themselves are bad karma
I punched & bruised the guy in my dream
Let us legally do what we must do in the dark
When the right time comes, we will sacrifice a pig
Though it’s not time, the instrument tuner has come
On the inside he is bringing laws to amend
On the inside of the inside he is bringing child soldiers
On the inside of the inside of the inside he is bringing paper flowers
I have lies to sell
Unearth the earth says the sky
The italicized sentences I am happy in their house
Listen:
Maung Day, a Burmese poet, writer and artist, is the author of three poetry books, The Pleasure Sea (2006), Surplus Biology (2011), and Alluvial Plain of Ogres (2012). He has edited several Burmese contemporary literary and art magazines and is the translator of a number of children’s books. Aside from literature and poetry, he has also been active in the arts scene in Yangon, where he co-founded a performance art festival. He now lives in Thailand.
