George Wu Teng

three poems

a thought i had today
i had a thought today that i might,
like,
start writing poems that make no sense.
i was like, “yeah, this is going to be good, yeah.”
poems that aren’t about anything and don’t go anywhere,
that don’t follow any causal flow,
that are unexplainable, strange,
that don’t mean anything.

a thing i really like to do
a thing i really like to do is:
when i shower, i’ll cross my arms across my chest,
and use them to collect water,
sort of like a gutter without any downspout.
then, after i’ve accumulated enough water,
i uncross my arms.
the water lands like, “WHUMP,” really loud against the base of my tub.

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behind this building on campus are these clusters of dumpsters
like, those construction dumpsters that are metal and open-topped and taller than most people and
pretty long
beside these dumpsters are discarded wastes, on the ground, like:
emptied beer cans, weathered receipts, and torn clothing

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