일곱.

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

여섯.

kaleidoscope

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