Wind up birds uncoil songs amongst the locked roads.
A face blazes with the audacity of traffic lights changing.
Lights flicker of things mother said not to look at that.
Smiling Buddhas in a row sit in the great neon dipper.
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A flock of wind up birds uncoil their songs.
A face blazes with the audacity of traffic lights changing.
Signs flicker of things momma said you shouldn’t look at.
A row of smiling Buddha’s sit in the great neon dipper.
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Image found here: http://guidepal.com/hong-kong/shopping/temple-street-night-market
Not too much difference between poems this time.
Golden Giraffes Riding Scarlet Flamingos Through The Desert of Forever 
i love the birds uncoiling their songs
Fancy HOV Ridin’
ha. love the line, ‘Lights flicker of things mother said not to look at that’ and that you follow it up with pone about smiling buddhas in a row..smiles.
Very nice…love the Buddas!
Lovely images, especially the smiling Buddhas.
Great job, I though this was really good!
I am fond of the smiling Buddhas also. Nice piece overall, srw.
Pamela
Enjoyed reading these. Like the birds uncoiling, the things Momma said not to see, and the smiling Buddhas.
This reminds me of the dead that is what is becoming of the far east where the deepest of spirituality is being replaced with dogs in baby strollers. Even the opposites no longer attract; it is the day of John Calhoun and behavioral sink come to be or coming to be as social animal awareness…lack there of…they need more poets…
I love how the images of each line offer up versions of audacity.
This poem–in both versions– brought back to me very sharply images I took when I was briefly in Japan, several years ago now, a mix of night city lights and and morning sunrises on temples. Thank you!
This feels quite atmosphere–almost a contradiction in images: those of the birds, the Buddhas which seem like they’re in the wrong places, and those things mama said not to look at. I felt like I was in a seedy part of town, but with beauty trying to be heard.