Aung Kaung River - Flowers are blooming today

Mercury

The uncertainties

Like a strong earthquake

Life-centered

Explosion

The hot lava inside me

On the ridge of the living grove

Winding flow

Incident

On that river

Drunk

Rolling

A small boat of truth

Because I'm wandering around in the middle of nowhere.

This is not honesty.

Painful

Embrace sacrifice

Dreams of the Aung Kaung River

A nesting place for pigeons

Back to the clouds

I'm laughing my ass off,

Oh, the big mountains in the distance.

There

My diary is

Dancing in the snow with faith

With the flutter of an eagle's wings

Sing the sacred song

It was a rose with thorns.

These beautiful, quiet nights

The smile of a wolf

Sharp as a razor

Just pack this one.

It's ugly.

My breathing

The night of reply

Marathon rope puppet

The night when the light was dim

Of nights like this

The melodies without wavelengths

These are songs that will go down in history.

Melting

From the old clocks

A human evolution process

Long, tired cries

The weak, bulging eyes

The ultimate darkness

Sleeping like a corpse

Sleep.

Here is the world of wizards.

Don't be deceived.

I am revenge.

Sweet like a good dish

Not Sicilian

Obey the Buddha's teachings.

Believe in luck

Rely on stamina.

The train of unconsciousness is rolling along.

Amidst the acid rain

Mercury ointment

Breaking the rain

It was an arrow.

Literary Journal, March, 1995.

Broken wing

With sun-baked fruits

The loneliness of being self-sufficient

Illegally engaging in moonlight sex.

Dreams are

The sound of watchmen's footsteps

It has become a vapor.

Heaven's

Problems and problems

Star children blinking their eyes

The night's questions.

The tragic silence

With the sound of the bell

Even a light breeze

I was scared and sick.

Due to congestion

The ozone layer is thinning.

Getting angrier day by day

The world is in our hands.

Bow with a silver-colored cord

The Irrawaddy

Carrying history

I went on a trip to meet the sea.

No words

With teary eyes

A wireless lapel pin

The night I will be the one to carry it out.

In the sunflower field

Watering and mixing

The sounds of light

They have flown away with the cranes.

New Style Magazine, June, 1995.