come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
it’s a lonely world
when you are the one
believing the sky is blue
when everyone else
says it is red.
maybe they are from the West,
where their mountain
feeds fire into the sky,
but I believe the sky is blue.
I am sitting in this chair
imagining and lamenting,
but I forgot to look up at the sky.
now, you see,
it is grey.
will it be blue?
will it be red?
will it always be grey?
who knows.
let us eat our meal first.
5.3.2023
I don’t know what it is I am feeling now
it feels as though my chest is hollow
sinking deeper into the eath
waves of regrets awash me
inevitability and inescapability weighs on me
horn blows, the final call of the day.
I hesitate a little, wondering if I should leave.
it appears there’s nothing holding me here
then I glimpse at the child, one I used to know
there was something, like a saying or promise
but I can’t seem to remember.
I wonder what it is. I wonder if it still matters.
a little longer, if I am free to do so.
just a bit longer, if I may.
10.9.2022
I feel blue
well what have you the clue?
ticking sound of a needle is getting louder
I am holding my two fists tighter,
faster, harder, better, but I realized
less soft I become, less connected, fossilized
dear blue sky,
here I lie
I have done my part, I believe.
if you will, show me what it will be:
the dream of our dreams.
학이시습지면 불역열호아라
진인사 대천명이라
나는 최선을 하고 있는 걸까요?
지도와 도움이 필요해요.
시간이 되면
도와줘요.
9.9.2022
brush of a fresh air with morning breeze
glistening sunrise in a crystal drop of dew
calmly, cautiously stretching branches of trees
whimpering of dogs on grass buds with poo
crisply ironed white-blue blanketing the sky
within it, the march of a Spring is nigh
3.21.2022
There’s a blue sanitary glove laying on a seat inside out
All these people in this city but don’t seem to notice it
A hispanic mother checks her thick purple lipstick on her selfie as her daughter stares blankly into her doll.
A elderly white woman – a blue shirt inside and a checkered shirt on her out side – pulls out her iPhone 5 from her white polka dotted red handbag. On her left arm, she has an Apple Watch. Her right arm is ballooned like a hot dog. Perhaps it’s swellig because of blood clots in blood vessel. The thin wrinkled old lady’s body seemed to have taken a toll for all the hard work she has done to get that handbag, Apple Watch, and her iPhone.
Two black men with red caps on, one has a shirt aloha captain fin
Two college freshmen girls singing in the back seat think out loud how great they hard.
In the cacophony, we go from A to B. Er- perhaps we have not even met.
7.16.2018
Ralph with Coffee 