Poetry scene 丨 Wang Yue: The River of Night Elephants

River of Night Elephants (group poems)

◎ Wang Yue

Sleep at night

At night, he was asleep, and his snoring poured into the windowsill

Pushed me to, slender and narrow crevices

I had to push open the door, and the courtyard was silent

Heads Up: Moon was also hijacked as a prisoner by four brick walls

Carrying a white knife

Cut me hard a few times

The courtyard wall was leaking and blowing in

All accomplices in the cold night

There was moonlight, but I couldn't see anything

Coal piled up in the corners of the wall

They all pounced, darker than night

The night was a false sleep, but there was no one around

Dream Factor

The factor of dreams, out of the brain

run. Pathways some bursting neurons

They are shaped like primitive star charts of the universe

Stretched shiny, with provocative tentacles

The factors that are permutated and combined from each place

Because I can't stand my own whimsical storm

And cut your own throat tube, cut it in

On the way to the subconscious

Notes of the Night

The wind chills on the outside and the heat on the inside

Invisible guys invaded my body one after another

Peeling away the cocoon, reluctant to leave

It's as fine as each virus that occupies a cell

Cheering, i planted a flag inside me

Maybe also slide down the flagpole like Mario did

Put two fireworks on display before you are willing to give up

I waited for a handful of drug seizures

Come and kill the arrogant guys

I felt the mucous membrane of the nasal cavity sticking and dissociated

Tomorrow seems to be filled with fog

Everywhere there is the touch of winter dry and cold

Magical plots and characters are everywhere

I still inquire at night about the meaning of my dreams

Encounter the Yellow Dragonfly at night

In the middle of the road, the lights flickered

An injured yellow dragonfly

Like a crashed plane

dying

Passers-by's feet for it

It is possible at any time

Mountains that crush life

It, keep silent

I passed by it

The hand gently reached out to it

It must be able to feel the wind

I put it on the side of the road

In the grass, then

Quietly leave

A situation in turmoil

Since the day I met Mephistopheles

A little bit of the old air that pervaded the space, scattered like a galaxy

Set up the camera and wait for the sound of the frozen machine

At night, give the rolling hills a necessary explanation

Perhaps no storm is swift

That silence is always relative

Probably no bird walks with its wings

Happiness can only be relatively possessed

In the midst of turmoil, photographed with 10,000 times of time-lapse

In order to record one millionth of the mountains and rivers in the heart

You think you're getting close to him, so you're in it

In fact, you are getting farther and farther away from the situation

The River of Night Elephants

This is the night of the escapees

All people are like halfway fans

Dusk expands under some gravitational pull

Under the freezing night, there is a wind tearing

Even if it is the sunset that leaves

The night should not be so peaceful

When you look up, the Milky Way looks like a looming bone on an X-ray

Planning the tranquility outside the wings of the stars

The summer day rotates in alternating between the cool and warm

It is propelled into the whirlpool of autumn

It was crowded and noisy everywhere

Diffused into black lead letters, bursting, stacked

After many years, I never breathed in heavy fog again

Never again have I seen a road covered with moss and exuding mystery

Wander in the river of night elephants. You know:

How I wanted to be greedy again

(Excerpted from the second half of Yanhe Magazine, Issue 1, 2022)

Wang Yue was born in 1994 in Tianshui, Gansu. He is currently a graduate student majoring in creative writing at Northwestern University. His works have been published in journals such as Yanhe and The World of Prose and Poetry.