사실은

사실 너라는

기억을 품에 안고

엉엉 울었단다.

유리와 같이 투명하며

태양과 같이 새하얗고

시퍼런 칼날 같이 날카로워

뛰쳐나가려는 너란

기억을 부둥켜 안고

어금니를 악 물고

두 눈을 질끈 감고

지평선까지

이 세상의 모든 시간을

모래로 담은 이사막을

묵묵히 걸어 가며

울었단다

Supernova

glowing from the center of umbra,
slowly dancing in algebraic formula,
supernova has been born in orchestra.

retina of nebula, the gondola of tundra,
rotunda of medulla, beluga of Africa,

it dances with Sinatra, maxima stamina
says aloha to nirvana, Kafkaesque opera
from Okinawa to Botswana

12.9.2020

Memo

Cold concrete floor pressing against the flesh
reminds me the truth that light in the breath
still glows as the darkness remains stretched

dreams and memories amalgamate in shadow
leaving a question: ‘what’s the memo for tomorrow?’

a drop of achromatic black coffee, a piece of shredded dead skin, and a glint in the eye akin.

12.8.2020

Say

carrying a coal on my back,
I swam across a bank of oil
perhaps I paddled too blindly
perhaps I swam too blithely

In the darkest corner of the night
awoke a flame as if out of spite

scarred all-over,
but no matter,
for the ride on wave
is yet to end

12.2.2020

River

This river, in particular,

does not overflow, spilling its guts

onto the sidewalk for pedestrians to walk.

These invisible gangs of droplets, all crumble into

this narrow valley of single destination in an instant.

Ever-so permanent, yet ever-so changing,

the river continues to flow at the same height.

Fast and frivolous, slow and serious,

purely clear, and muddily thick ones

all sang a song that flashed an instant,

then disappeared from the pedestrian’s iris,

burning its imagery into the memory.

9.25.2020