some poetry


At times, the merest
of glimpses into the infinite
is just enough

The cold breath of night;
peering up at the Vast Black,
pinprick'd and unknown

drawing parallels
tarsals tucked in surging froth
watching sandpipers

let us not idly
sit on the shore, in the rushes
as worlds collide


Bucheon Bus Trip (stream of consciousness)

EMart again this time by bus
Bucheon beauty so close so far
Coffee pot buy aborted
Hard sellers in any hemisphere
Winestain lip phenotypical
epicanthically folded
Heavy lids swaying and ducking the handles

Saw a woman smoking today
A first in four weeks
She saw me see her, seemed
But I was merely surprised, not
As fingers pulse across this
touchscreen now
I fit in, head nodded towards the
LCD, firmly out of
the moment -- the death of right effort

A hopeful glance from the only other
heavyweight here
I know sister, it's rough but the
donuts taste so damn good

How to read the girl's shirt behind
me, something like 1 2 so fuck you

I wonder if people realize what
their shit says...

Drunk and passed out on EMart's
lawn yet again
Swastikasa taking on new(old)
meaning here
Lotus blossoms not storm troopers

3 things Go Fuck Yourself?
More reason than this to stare at
her shirt
But damn she's a brick house -- god
bless mini skirts




참 : truth or verity

이슬 : dew, dewdrop; tear, teardop
: (more alarmingly) vaginal discharge?

hmmm, so I'm going to take the meaning as "Dewdrop of Truth". Not bad I guess. Along the lines of "In vino veritas" but fresher? Leaving an oh so clean feeling?

Liking the frog logo.

This stuff is not so bad, I just poured myself a Han-screwdriver, replete with Jeju Island mandarin juice -- tasty!


First impressions...

Neon piedmont mist shrouded cityscape
Mudflat fish culture amidst metropolitan bridges
Highways, the same everywhere though.

Off to find the electric converters needed to fuel my geek fix...

Hope I make it back...


"Set loose upon the world" or "Homeless...for now"

Here I am, shoulders aching from stuffed-too-full bags, waiting in eager anticipation for the adventures to follow. Too many song titles have preceded this moment for me to avoid the crashing feelings of unoriginality--into the great wide open, stepping into the void, on the road again, these boots are made for walking, learning to fly. All I know is that it feels great; who knew that uncertainty could feel so damn sweet?

It's 3:42 AM, FLL, and I beat the staff here. Time to check some bags and plop this hirsute posterior down into a Korea-bound Economy seat...