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?