bus 365
The rain has stopped
and the grey wings of pigeons fill the city
the soft smell of the city
the delicate drops of light
and the clouds of my breath dance in the frozen air.
Is it snowing where you are?
December today is like December yesterday
the streets were glistening, remember?
with rain that winked with frost
It is cold.
Today I'm here
it was here we last met
there are no words and I can do nothing but
pretend not to see the trembling lips eyes lashes
made of white ink spilling white tears on cold black benches
Do you remember?
The rain has stopped
and the frozen breath of the city is hollow
the slow whir of an engine
number 365.
I breathe and see your grey wings melt
candle-smoke
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
여섯.
kaleidoscope
yet fingers freeze
eyes rise and fall with the
i see the glittering diamonds
eyes that stare
kaleidoscope irises explode
with unthinkable beauty.
yet fingers freeze
i cannot write the words
and my breath is gone.
eyes rise and fall with the
caressing of the ocean
hands are stuck in the sand
how can i mix them together
on this faraway beach
so that white meshes with black
perfectly like a white silk-screen
slashed with razorblades
over a black graphic-tee
i see the glittering diamonds
all illusions, all illusions
this kaleidoscope that never stops turning
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