Andre Li

Cannon Writer

 

Too many men piss “off”

And, throw your stomach and soul in pain

Too little for a person to learn

How to treasure human presence

 

Glimpsing from the sunset

Pondering in the hospital hallway

In front of the cold stone graveyard

Is there a route for them to proceed?

 

Too narrow is my vision

The faint-white surgery room blocks my sight

Too weak is my muscle

The principle of “evolution” is hard to amend

 

Getting a nap in the ascending night

Investigating the ego of our fragile image

A second back to the single-cell form

Should we continue or self-destroy?

 

Too many boys into puberty

Hug, kiss, lure you toward the bed

Too many squiggles being uncontrolled

How long will the heartbeat last?

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