The Center of the Universe 宇宙中心

They call it The Center of the Universe
but I do not see stars,
in fact, little is seen in the days of June.
in addition to the intermittent gray earthquake
over these foreign heads,
wudaokou is a daily earthquake.
when the hours wake me up
I do not recognize the prosperous economy.
or the millenary culture,
I just catch my breath.
I burn in the shadows scattered along the street.
I search the shallow dialogues inside me
where Chinese sayings are written
Where Water Flows, a Channel Will Form This is how the banks replaced the hutongs
and the street vendors came to our phones.
The five mouths drink so many dreams
That it becomes a perpetual drunkenness
with dreamy bikes towards the neck,
cars over the arms,
carbonized brains in the thorax,
gold dragons that spit Taoist foam.
in the distance, they shine in the emperor’s pupils,
observe the muscle of the breath
and play mahjong with our lives.

English Version first appeared at Spittoon Collective

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