Category Archives: Poetry

A portrait before the rains come

Dust

recurring dream

a city wakes diffused

week two at cluttered quarters

desert under my

bed

my water bottle an erect palm

an oasis

We own no cooler no AC

instead our doors remain open

we receive among others

  1. tap of sunlight

  2. waking dream

  3. smudged horizon in 3.5 x 6.5 frame

  4. call of duty

  5. glimpses of tomorrows and yesterdays hongsangsoo-esque in their playfulness

  6. cue for indifferent / friendly tea

  7. smell of night-soaked underwears on the balcony

  8. call of duty

and of course dead skin of the city

settles over utensils shoes chairs

and is wiped

so

settles for window panes

magazines dictionaries my oxford

and Lyra’s

fiction and poems

Indifference

like dust on poems

night slips

tiptoed

over you

dust at traffic intersection

neon-possessed

under a red moon

sleepy sands in yous eyes

you conjure

a different city

I hear something shatter

Dreaming love, a day dies – incomplete.
Crows fly away into the black.

Their caws will return
to the familiar morning
of grumbling engines,
bodies swaying to the beat of metro,
memory of cozy beds,
a collective yawn big enough to
swallow Monday mornings.

Good morning love – a day begins. Destiny.
A crow flies away
Struck amnesiac by rays
bouncing off glass towers.

I hear something shatter.