Shadow

there is something sticky in my feet
it drags along the sidestreet
it’s not the smudges of dog feces
it’s not the dried skin leather of mice

it’s like a second layer of skin on my face
like a large red paint on my countenance
that I cannot see for myself
like a fermented smell that permeates

but did you know,
like a sticky gum in your hair,
there’s a trick to rid of its gloominess
either cut the hair for a new look
or get the ice and freeze it for awhile

bright sunny day isn’t too far away
just look up,
it’s right there.

11.4.2021

Pain

I stopped smoking five years ago
but it’s creeping back into my memory
iron-rust like taste of cigarette tars
lung piercing acidity
is a luring trap against this pain

started chewing on colorful starbursts
it’s saccharine strawberry lemon
that soothes acrid pulses of this pain
but it’s a cookie trail to a slow diabetes
staring out the window of fall sky,
I wonder when this pain will be over.

11.3.2021

Inanimate

I’ve come to embrace the silence.
Like a silent book on a top shelf
observing the world repeat in
dully peaceful pace,
I watched fireworks
of laughter, anxiety, and confusion.

Is youth a sin?
I saw youthful ones gnawing
at the rice bag sagged like
an old man’s belly, spitting at the sick,
lying through their teeth,
laughing at the ones crying for life.

who is wise anymore?
running from the shadows of pain
of loneliness, of criticisms, of judgment,
are we still making a fool out of ourselves?

11.2.2021

Sword

live by the sword, die by the sword,
but the karma is a bitch
an eye for an eye, but
to do others as you’d like others do unto you

I had practice the way of the sword,
stabbed and smacking others
with keen words and sharp silences
I thought I had eliminated them
out of my life to face consequences

but the karma is a bitch
and I face torrential flood of silence
and rain of sharp swords
as I kneel down bleeding
from thousands of cuts

thoughts I saw clearer than others
see further into the future
deeper into the soul
but now a sniper has gotten me

haven’t I heard the phrase before?
do to others, as you want others do unto you?
have I been deaf? have I been blind?
yet why do I find myself at the shelf
of judgement, penalized for all I’ve done?

ah
now is the time for silence
and face the consequence
and pray for a providence.

10.31.2021

컴퓨터

어느날 가을 아침이 맑아 보였다.

나도 모르게 컴퓨터 모니터가 앉아 있는

책상 의자에서 일어서 창가에 앉아

맑은 공기를 통해 천공으로서 부터 빛을 쏘는

태양을 바라 보았다.

그리고 서늘한 공기가 피부에 맞닿았다.

순간, 두가지의 문장이 떠올려졌다.

하나는 gen var_cold =.; replace var_cold =1 if var_temp>=46 & var_temp<=60; 이었고

다른 하나는 ‘이 차가움은 부드럽고도 쏘는듯 날카로우며 반갑고도 그리운 차가움이구나’ 이었다.

무심히 바라보던 태양 아래 그대를 떠올렸다. 그대의 따뜻함이 더욱이나 생각하는 하루이었다.

10.28.2021

Ants

stranded alone in a dark river,
the moon, pinned high above,
only solaces the ant’s waiting
and hopes for a new beginning.

the ant stretches its six legs
grasping onto ephemeral reflection
of the moon on dark river,
its every breath to save the moon.

standing alone in the dark river
I stare at the ant, whispering words
perhaps as a prayer of some sort.

10.27.2021