Children Of The Junks

Children of the Junks

slant-eyed

Children of the Junks

go by

mama's comin' soon

and the junks are turning in the

spring sky



dragon rings

tax-free things

forever

people pick and pay

till the day fades away

cooling in the wind

“comrades all”

red papers ring



flowers in the sun

shining

on the children of the world

night comes

sleep for me

ain't nothing, just a moonstruck junk

on the sea

kowloon

all the junks are sleeping

spinning flowers on the shade

all the junks are sleeping

but alley cats and renegades