no enigma waits to hear

by Jia Li

Mascara eyes

festive mask color blind

reflection in chrome

Taoism quiet

music in head

finger traces in steam,

toenails red

shuttering tonsils

politics of saliva

from throat of lust

absolute ruler is not –

Hong Kong’s heart

diplomacy is a lie,

penis envy celebrated, but…

Macao has no Kanamara Matsuri

why do rulers need more space

the odor of spoiled paper

she visits in quiet

dressed in color

the economic brothel

a trade wind blows in

dangling chimes for sale

flute sounds in the air,

no enigma waits to hear

penthouse blues

and popsicle jazz –

mushroom contours

while the bath is hot

robe draped on chair.