A LETTER!A LETTER FOR MA MAY! Ma Mia, May I present ma case, As it should be known, if I had wings, I would fly to your finger immediately, Strange as it is, to quote your exuberant wisdom, We barely know each other, Faith being a dangerous thing, For we are not kids, you know, Sad as it is, I'm bound by economics, Bound by time and space, I cannot be there earlier because I have nothing, Plus, I have found the peace of mind to do my work here, These things are hard to explain, I will explain it to you in the simplest way. Rimbaud wrote A Season In Hell, in his mother's house, And for what he meant to me, I have to follow his footsteps, if not in poetry, If not in style, if not in power, Then in thoughts of sodium zebra crossings, Upon which we would walk toe to toe, It is all fantasy, all a dream, For where would I live? Greenwich village, I heard a radio announce. But, I know my heart, once there, I would be too busy to write, For I have to find a job to sustain my life, Until it means nothing to me, for it shall happen one day, When I'm ready to make the gutter my grave, I'll be here, Just as you are passing this juncture of oblivion, Why is it that I'm sensing a withdrawal, How relationships, how distant, how new, how few, How old, how true, nobody knows better than ma coral boat, Grows cold, hot, in cycles, in riddles, The crocodile fairy asked me, Will you not forget me? For what? For a bucket of rain? I will not remember you when I die, will I? O, I will pay surely pay my respects, alright? What difference is it going to make? Do you think I will know if you cremated me? Why are you so obsessed with death? Do you think it's romantic? What's so puzzling? You live, you wait to die, simple. Why so much complication? So, what else shall we talk about? Let's see, what do you think about my tears? Are you sure? That's sensitive, ain't it? It had been told, you are a hypocrite, you cheat, You lie with emotions, nobody believes you anymore. Everybody knows you prey on the weak, Hiding behind floating logs, you would cry, Or pretend, depending on logic and magic, You whipped the currents, your tail sweeping underneath, Pulling littile children and fittile women, You're mean, you're green, you're seen. What have you got to say? Sigh. Don't crocodiles have to a visa to survive? What should we do? Shall we wait for the moon to sink? Shall we lie on a riverbank, queing up, To apply for a hunting license, And when we are hungry, we shall ask for permission To eat a baby miniature pig, or a pail of fish, We would get to eat if we were lucky enough, To be put in the Bronx Zoo, we would get live swans. How grand! C'mon, who would be a willing sacrifice? Would you allow me to eat you? That's not in the contract, I'm here by accident, I shouldn't be here, and I have faith, You will not do so, for you are now a fairy, And you shall grant me three wishes, as contracted. But, but, said the perplexed character assassin, I wish May will be bright, I wish May will be beautiful, I wish May will be blooming. What? Is that it? Nothing for yourself? Ha, ha, ha, I don't believe how stupid you are getting. Look, May had been bright, have been beautiful, will be blooming. You have wasted my time, kid, go jump off a building, I'm going to leave. I can't take such stupidity. Wait. It's forever, I'm talking about. That's the secret of my heart, And if you are the pumpkin fairy, you would've heard it, But I don't blame you, for you are a trainee fairy. If there is a single white hair, If there is a single blemish, If there is a single wrinkle, Your rights will be revoked and you shall be deposited, In the trash can, an icon of poetry, This is nearer to the innocence I'm seeking, I can only make for New York, when the story is recorded. That's the only it could be done. Just have patience, ma dear, I'm sorry, If not, go find another, 72 times she has changed, Faster than light, faster than might, I wish I can be with you now, Said the doctor to the shooting star, Crashing down on the fossil of life, I give you another hundred thousand smiles, We are only 55500 miles away, My day your night my may your knight, Riding for the shrinking sun.