Winter rain yum cha with Gin San
A fat, sloppy ragged, dirty nose-picking recluse, who hangs out at Portsmouth Square all year around.
Dragonflies get all tangled up in
his thick black mountain hair
knotted with pine cones
White insects big as rice grains
crawl in and out.
Gin San's body smells of coconut
wine and rotten fishhead
Rats curl up at his feet
Nothing can keep them away.
Three hundred pounds of tough, hard
mongolian hide drags on the wet grass
His belly sags like rain-soaked clouds
Loose like fish tails in the wind.
Gin San lays back after a pot of tea
Pulls open his shirt and laughs
Black hairy mushrooms sprout out
Drunken buddhas cling to his wind-blow
mountain-weathered hands.