Taipei Sonnet

My farthest friends they’ll deliberately settle in this earthquake town.
Now-Now here for the cement hard sway, the runaway’s responsibility
But the ‘ascared’ me say “I’ve packed my bags and she-Indian gown
But not for the true knowing of half-commie waters or East China sea”

A meagre constellation of distance: Canada right here in Taiwan.
But they’ll Mandarin speak for duck-neck treats or rainwater soup,
I well envy their effort yet I can’t properly trace so cogent a plan,
For it’s the vague air I seek and it’s far below these Pinyin groups.

Two friends might easily dance to TV commercials in this Tiger hair bar,
While I sweat ugly with coy; feeling vain and failing near coquettish scenes.
Pals are able; still, the satisfaction of a lightshow win shines rarely too far.
The sacrifices for satiety are lies; one obtains through the falsest of means.

I’m truly confounded by peers; the solutions and qualities they maintain
I contrive and I consider what future, while all my lost certainties remain.