On Learning to Tweet

On Learning to Tweet

I tweet my own quotations
Exposed in lyrical Haikus blended together
I’ve hashtags for my own symphonies

Little themes I rehash with ginger-lemon tea
After midnight, with a glass of red wine
I yearn to be defeated by greater
Things than I by myself could access
That’s the synergy of souls
We’re walking catalysts, you and I

Out in the crazy dark, we’re vulnerable
It’s a tremendous act of violence
To endure solitude, we’re not bred for it

I don’t condone you for being platonic with it
But I worry about you, I tweet
My worries about how strong you have grown
And I tried to reproduce myself
Objectively, and failed, and left

Unquestioning of my own subjectivity
Distorted, human, insufferable to myself
I left you there, truly about to sing

You wanted different breaths and
Required an excessive amount
Of space to find it, I learned finally
To let you be.

Addiction 탐닉

Addiction 탐닉

I am addicted to the sound
You make in my mind
My ball of fire, my branded rite
My April fire-cracker

The cranberry tears of holding
Onto something so dear
It’s a dream I had, but it’s
Other lives who will lead it

Spring has returned with Vengeance
And I am green, and
Everything is about to bloom
Two solitudes sing in me

Recklessly like colors at their core
And I’m an unbelievable shrieking
Of heart into the naked night
I’m the lyricism of miracles

Laying low, bowing low, being humble
All the soaring of my mind
Beings in my blood like lion’s breath
As if everything terrible that happens to us

Is in its own strange sense, something
Helpless that wants help from us
I’m addicted to the purr of the wind
The whispers that you are near

And temptation as raw as the rain
Everything in me is feminine when
The secret thing in poetry is revealed to me
The only journey is within

The only now is internal
The only event is the silence that resides in your soul
And if your daily life appears at times poor
Blame yourself that you are not poet enough

Not brave enough to love enough
For one human being to love another
Is the only thing truly worth being addicted to.

The Last Sunset

After I have reached The West for clothes of new colors I will perhaps know the rows Of ancient trees, like my ancestors I will know the two worlds That separated past and future Sunken to Ocean, lifted to skies …