Bernstein in Hong Kong

Bernstein’s in Hong Kong
But Charles is his own king
He lets da man talk and talk
While he sings his bawdy songs
To jelly the Bernsteinian rock.

Rock, Bernstein, rock
Rock on Bei Dao’s borderland
The borderline deserves its non-absorbtive wait
Charles, meanwhile, languages his void
Lets Bernstein wear his ‘gator gait.

Hong Kong alights with Poetry Nights
Bernstein sniffs China in the air
Which must not go unrecognized
Charles chooses a cap
Slips one on his herald-head
The one that somehow makes Bernstein

Zeyar Lynn
27 Nov. ’17

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

You may use these HTML tags and attributes:

<a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>