Bongha Lee

Leaning by the bell, arms open to the dominion of lights so bombastique 
Harrowed by lawless but resolved in my self-legislation
I chew away my rose like a bovine
'Round the winding alley in the groovin' haze 
Made of primeval memories and molecular scars; where
Snowflakes parachute geometrically under a heavenly maze

An orphan who lost himself in a shipwreck
Shied naught from his prayer, his crown
For the constitution of this authentic life
He stands alone in mystery
As calmly as a protester to romance
Like the nameless clock in a midnight plaza

As I rise over the velet dusk
The world contracts to a spectacular moment
Under my winged talaria telling
I am my own definition for all things untranslatable
Then I contemplate like a bewitched apostate
And march on ceaselessly to the light of day
For king is a poet who was forced to be a warrior 

Leaning against the canal rails, 
My cig afire; she was a liar; crying out for my righteous umpire
My spirit hovering; this coat fracturing; what a caricaturing
Displaced since birth
Disjointed through life
Dismantled after death
Black waves roll across the calamitous roars of night
As I drown majestically into the quietest void in me

An empire under my feet
A universe in my eyes
Whispers to God I cast in dissolving chariots of smoke
For His name to outlive me to perpetuity
This rickety life, a rocketin' lie
A firework on the Fourth of July
I am a prayer in His temple
Till the day comes I shed my mortal coil

This is my life
A breath, a moment, and a glory