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09

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I float

In and out

Of this place

And this world

As the coffee

Carries me

Over and beyond

The jet-lag

And language

Barriers.

The sense

Of reality

Fighting

With dreamy imagination

And the unsure

And uneasy

Ability to tell

Fantasy

Apart from what has

Happened

And what is

Just a vapor

Of unreal dreams.

Timothy Vance Jackson

March 21, 2009

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Mar
09

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Beautiful Asian girls

Walk by

With porcelain skin

And dark eyes

That match their hair.

The light color of their incredible skin

Is such a sharp contrast

To the darkness

Of their penetrating eyes.

Warm smiles

And demure expressions

Make them lethal

Weapons

Of beauty.

Unlike Japanese women,

Who smile and then bow

Their heads in ritualistic

Submissiveness,

The women here

In Taiwan

Hold eye contact

And probe

Deeper,

With a curiosity

That is both

Naive and hungry.

Were it not for the fact that I already have a Taiwanese girlfriend,

I would be destroyed

By each look

And each smile

I receive.

Timothy Vance Jackson

March 21, 2009

21
Mar
09

Taichung

Taichung

Buzzes past

On the street below me

In a pace and language

I do not understand.

From the second

Floor

Of this coffee house,

I sink

Into being

A foreigner

In a foreign country,

But less foreign

Than I once was-

I have been

Told

That I am now

Considered to be

Half Chinese

Because

Of my Taiwanese

Girlfriend.

I am now less

Of a foreigner

Than the other

“Westerners”

Walking the streets

With the same

Mystified expressions as mine.

I have been brought in

And made

Welcome

As a part

Of the bustling

And speeding scenery.

The disjointed

And disconnected sounds

Of Chicago blues

Playing softly

In the background

Add to the otherworldly

Feelings

Of being

And not being

A part of this space.

Whether it is the jetlag

Or the brain warp,

I do not know-

But the loud

Mandarin voices

Mixing with the soulful black voices of anguish

Lend another layer

To the surreal sensations

Of this existence.

Timothy Vance Jackson

March 21, 2009

15
Mar
09

Sunday in Taichung

Listening

To good jazz-

Brubeck, Davis, Blakey, Monk

Among others-

As the early evening

Air

Blows in the window

Of the coffeehouse

In Taichung.

Have been

Sitting here

For hours

Lazily enjoying

The day,

The music,

The coffee

And the time.

The city

Bustles

And jumps

With endless energy,

Yet the pace

Is somehow slower

And calmer-

Like Tai Chi

In the middle

Of a traffic circle.

It’s nearly impossible

To describe

The numerous disconnects

And incongruities that exist

Here-

The jumbled chaos

Laced with beauty,

The litter and pollution

Nestled next to splendor and tranquility,

Or the movement

Of modernity

Slamming into

The halted pace

Of tiny shrines

And massive temples

And factories

Next to rice fields.

There is so little

Of Taiwan

That makes sense

If you try

To make sense of it all-

But a lazy Sunday

Listening to jazz

And sipping coffee

While fighting off

The jet-lag

Helps

To find that balance

Between the weird and the wonderful.

Timothy Vance Jackson

March 15, 2009




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