A poem concerning appreciation for a mentor
My third and final post for the Girly Bandwagon. This one is a poem dedicated to the bad doctor of Was It Likely fame.
A poem concerning appreciation for a mentor
Let’s get Chinese takeout,
Tsingdao sweet like piss,
Rough grained kung-fu in compatible colour,
Moves that would kill Patrick Swayze:
Dongpo Ro, a cube, a cube, a cube.
A memory I’ve never had. The cube
Melts on my tongue; that texture
An image balanced on little taste buds.
I’ve felt the tutelage of your palm that
Makes green lessons of bruises
Flower like Bok Choy.
What I know about martial arts
Is what you said about Dongpo Rou:
A cube, a cube, a cube—
It’s true!
A cube can be a song, and
You are unknown outside of your kung fu;
If I could learn from you to be a human
I would.