Shall we meet in a golden land,
where lilies white and plumb trees stand?
Shall we whistle time-honored tunes,
as we did in previous Junes?
Shall we hold each other’s faces,
whilst removing tears, all traces?
I believe we shall meet again.
It’s just a case of where and when.
검은 망토 아래, 우아한 별이 숨어 있다
울고있는 달은 안타까운 가곡을 부른다
난 대단한 혼의 눈물을 씻으러 날아간다
Under a black mantle,
elegant stars are hiding.
The weeping moon,
hums a pitiful tune.
I take wing to wipe away the
tears of the magnificent spirit.
forsooth!
bending bone back
afore tearing tense tooth
tacked a terrifying taut thwack
on track
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I had no plans to write tonight, but then I fell during my evening run. I chipped a tooth, cracked my lip, and have a pretty nasty abrasion on my chin.
I was feeling a bit low, so I wrote a little something to make myself feel better.
Tomorrow – the dentist!
A grotty zombie claws at my gate
He’s covered in grime from floor to pate
If only he would take a bath
He would cease to feel my wrath
(after William Carlos Williams)
I have collected
the transgressions
that were in
the apse
and which
you were probably saving
for confession
Forgive me
they were impure
so vulgar
and so exquisite
rain roosts on shoulders
straining under tired textbooks
after school slumber
——————–
Korea is currently experiencing its annual 장마/rainy season.
Dripping
Stripping
Tripping
Sipping
In the wake of dripping, stripping facts,
Love lingers low, tripping sipping acts.
Lies unfold askance through a peevish portal.
While devotion hesitates, mirthful moments
Lurch in churlish rhythm by mangled masses,
Slaying old treaties.
do NOT
hammer that nail
into Johnny’s top spot;
without him, our musical grail
shall pale
———-
Cinquain XVIII was inspired by this quirky photo of John Lennon and George Harrison.
“Beware of darkness,” you gently cry out of the blue.
L’Angelo Misterioso, if not for you — what is life?
Don’t you understand that it is light which I fear?
The darkness is why I came.
No one can escape from it — not even you.
Isn’t it a pity?
All things must pass,
so — let it down, plug me in, and let it roll
like you have no place to go.
Behind that locked door, I’d have you anytime.
It won’t take long.
Everyone has choice— it’s free!
This is the art of living.
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