Girl, I want to be
the grandson
of ur heavenly ****---Hwanung,
son of the lord of heaven---
Girl, I want to be a son of the bear
Dangun ****** to spawn
the Korean race while the Japanese
still had red hair---
Girl, I want to be
in ur furry arms; Ungnyeo,
u are the only bear
I love---Dangun wishing
4 the loveliest girl in Jersey---
where Hispanic kids ***
on themselves &
Seul-gi puts on her tap-shoes
to pass as a goddess; I dream
of Gojoseon in silent-movies---
My gfs are vamps
that draw crayon
masterpieces on my white walls---
I wish I could stop this spinning &
get back to you---
Seul-gi puts the telephone 2 her ear
& I pluck the lyre
in the hills w/ the shepherds
who saw the tiger flee &
who tried to tell me their dreams
of Joseon
which Gija ruled until Goguryeo---
Girl, I want to be

There is a snow white tiger that lives
in the Himalayan Hills; as beautiful & blissful
as an angel; red demons invading below
chasing the drone-king out of the land;
fat cockroaches filled w/ blood, spiral nests
burrowed into the old cottage walls
weaving combs of pink princesses like one
couldn't imagine; throttled & left behind;
from the visionary potter's wheel comes women in tribes
(my 49th de ja vu)
I have seen them from my hilltop hovel
where the young rugs are eating kibble-like manna;
this our Arctic ice shelter outfitted
w/ cool ice bar;
until the return of Dangun, quasi-quadruped
she hooves it over the hill & around the mountain,
Fuji screams---the lord's son returns
shield & sword in armored hand,
plate upon plate of bamboo;
thrilling to the end of the floating Edo world,
smartening up to be wiser than Confucius'
computer brains & bullet trains