AEJ Koh 1
I heard you were a word mother
I read your lines, pretty beyond
The beautiful world I know
If the present is the revenge of the past
I think karma loves you
As I turn inside-out every word
The internet says belongs to
Your strange initials, I feel as if
If I were to trace you
In symbols, I might divine
A bit of your experience
I’m so easily haunted by your
Privilege, your coffee-nails of grit
Just when you think nobody notices
I cannot imagine a gamification of poems
The way you do, carried up levels?
That’s insanely sweet, and quite orderly
Compared to the way I scribble
Six past midnight, miles from you
Do you think we are maybe
A little bit autistic to love something so much?
A blister on the face of art?
A poem lost in a dialect of ancestors?
I have no friends with prospects of a real career
Does that make me an eccentric
When I put my hand out to the world
I’m not begging, I’m just checking
For a pulse, I won’t forget how unforgettable
You are, I’ve stumbled upon you
A few times, like a magnetic map
Back to our favourite lines
I can find profundity
And even the most oblique of conversations
How can I be seduced by mere words?