you produced a pocket
like a pint sized puppy nuzzling
into the bed space between my legs
puzzling how so afraid i laid and ran away
all in the same frame

Caretaker
of my soul
love is our body
as one,
would you
be my God,
and my words,
blameless not
blasphemous,
God
would live
within us.
worship,
would find my knees
bent
into all the beautiful
places
found in you,
the only way
I wish to
hold you.

even after wasted time
i continue
to waste
the day
away.

the blood drips
from my trembling fingers
painting red stains
upon the pages
of a chapter

a chapter
in my book
in our story
in which it has
already been written
already been read
already been
forgotten.

yet i still sit idly
with my head
against this wall
as the pit of fear
in my stomach
grows and deepens
and as the sun sets
beneath my windowsill

waiting for you.

It’s hard to describe
But the ever wondering desire
That’s been rooted in the back catalogue
Of my heart has sprouted into
A life of its own.

There was no flash before the rumble
And the flames birthed by the remaining ember
From meeting you three years ago
Under a shoddy build wall painted star gaze
Surprised me.

I wonder what it feels like,
     To be unsuspecting,
And be labelled dangerous by
One who I only shared words with,
Unknowing of the flint plating crafted around them.

Perhaps it was expert craftsmanship,
But I was always decent at creating fire
Out of words laced with secondhand desire.
And while you can’t shape much out of it,
You can produce a flame.

Perhaps in a different life
Would one be able to see the shadows
Of two whisps playing in the dark,
And making fire out of the words
They shared amongst them.

Ripped apart,
feels the internal bleed,
soul sneaks out like a thief at night,
caught under the light of a full moon
twisted turmoil
flickering flames
watchman's shadow is on the wall
the heartworm writhes
no light of day
danced with the devil
now its time to pay.

And so, you slip through my fingers, a chance I never took,

I want to convey it all in one final look.

You're going away, for who knows how long;

I smile, wish you well, and try to be strong.

Perhaps in another life, it will be our time,

Perhaps I'll be yours, and you will be mine.

I never had the courage – I still have none –

To tell you, even now, when it's all said and done.

I didn't think you'd be leaving so soon;

You left my sky empty: no stars, and no moon.


You're moving on, to bigger and better things;

The world is your oyster, wind beneath your wings.

Care to share a hint, of what victories await?

What is your plan, for this clean slate?

"When the Universe reveals it to me, I'll let you know",

Mysterious as always, even as you go.

And though it's not forever – you'll drop by here and there –

It feels like a death sentence, it just isn't fair.

Because although you don't, I still care:

I want to see you, no matter how rare.

It is pathetic – I am well aware,

You'd think my heart would be the worse for wear.

I still carry a torch for you – I don't think I'll cease,

This heartworm will never let me have peace.

So goodbye, my love, my Adonis in a tracksuit,

My silent suffering, the melody which leaves me mute.

You came from Korea to start a farm
not to do any harm
just to build your barn
under Arkansas stars.

But you underestimated the pressure
of being considered lesser
in the land of western
hopeful investors.

All of the stress
to be the best
made you less
in this game of chess.

When the rain grows
one must lay low
by a tornado's say so
which is a brain blow.

Missing the old ways
your mother comes to stay
but you hope she doesn't sway
your children today.

Mother planted minari
where once there was none
it may not be a Ferrari
but it grows in the sun.

The innocuous plant isn't appreciated
when financial burdens aren't alleviated
the American Dream is steely gated
despite what it's really rated.

Mother had a stroke
the others couldn't cope
as lost lovers said nope
to their one true hope.

Surrounded by Christians
you concede your intuition
for American superstition
promising a healing prescription.

After the hard turn
of having your heart spurned
you watched your barn burn
like a form of heartworm.

You look at your wife
and she looks back
you see in your life
it's she you lack.

Now you understand what's important
and it's not business
you used to want to be a foreman
now just a witness.