Gum Ddakji

I've still got the piece of gum

I rolled up in it's wrapper

Tossed in my bag

I never brought my bag when we met,

But that time I did

And it served as a trash can 

For all the things you said to me

I'm sorry for being your gum ddakji,

The sticky wad stuck on your shoe

Stubborn and merciless

Recklessly in love with dirt and grime

Pavement slapping against my cheek,

Wrap me up in your arms

Crush me into you, into your pain

And when you're done, toss me away

Otherwise, I'll stick. 

Graves

A familiar voice and

The scent of blankets 

From a place that felt safe

Now a danger is flickering

Small taps

In the darkness, my

Feet go into the ground

And my soul into the soil,

I am buried somewhere

Between the wet earth,

Death looms at my feet

Its beady eyes peer at me

It has been following

With a dull blade, a gray stone

A heavy and cumbersome drone,

Your alabaster smile

Begins fading, pain brings

Sneaking sins into your eyes

Snakelike they crawl on

Doomed bellies,

Goodbye to the little innocent child!

Slowly, slowly

Screens go dark, the moon

Rises higher and highest

Into the damp sky

Let me just this once 

Close off my mind, let me recall

Memories of love and 

The illusions of safer times. 

9/5/2023

Should Be Doing XYZ

 I should be seeing the news

Alien life forms, room temperature 

Super conductors, and the agenda

Seeping from my childhood toys 

Bleeding hot pink,

But I'm standing in the dining room

Holding my tongue, the greatest truth

Right on my lips, right on your lips

You kissed me

It hurt and helped and exploded

From the top of my head to my soul

A thousand dreams became reality

In a brilliant rush

I care not for anything else

I would rather enjoy my time on this rock

Curled in the safest and scariest arms

I have ever known. 

Spring Fever in 2013

Everything is now green,
like Kishi Bashi in the spring
on an afternoon of bright
lights and sweet delights
melona ice cream
and red bean bread
please don't tell me that these
beautiful things, their magic and
this singing, 
don't tell me it will end

...
well,
can we make it again?

NaPoWriMo #8