Chen-ou Liu's Translation Project: First English-Chinese Haiku and Tanka Blog

Saturday, September 12, 2020

Selected Tanka Prose: Not My President

In my dream, after the explosion of his twitter bomb, the fireball rises rapidly like a hot-air balloon into the sky, forms a mushroom cloud, and later the first black rain falls ...

on the sidewalk
outside Trump Tower
I p-i-s-s
and feel in my bones
old man winter

Skylark, 5:1, Summer 2017