(from "the Red Rooms")

(from "Inside of the Lush Forest") you were just lying in there as a body you were just lying in there with silent breaths you were just lying in there with silent breaths, trembling with fear from a sign of someone you were just lying in there with silent breaths, being disgusted with the world and melting into the earth you were just lying in there with silent breaths, taking a peaceful nap you just arbitrarily lied down in there and rolled around, crushing all kinds of wild flowers you just arbitrarily lied down in there and were bitten by bees, a grasshopper and a mantis and cried like a kid you just arbitrarily lied down in there and were bitten by a snake and dying in vain you just arbitrarily lied down in there and were sleeping peacefully until the middle of the night.

(from "An Intruder")

but it is the process that leads the direction of the result

the choice of words cannot tell everything and the delusion

that you're holding something in your hands makes you most vulgar.

(from "The Age of Peace")

As they pulled out her elbow,

indulgence flared up with heat

As the roar died down,

fear seeped into the void

Above it stretched humility with shallow roots

As they broke his knee,

arrogance was sucked

deep into the ground with pus

As the fury subsided,

shame crept into the void

Below it grew a leech as tenacious as tar,

gripping the earth with

a heavy and heavy

and obsessive hold

The suspicious limp swaying of the arms,

the pathetic dawdling of the legs,

no longer carried the plague

The world still looked strange,

but at last it was at peace.

(from "One Late Spring Afternoon")

A smell of grilled fish

A scent of approaching summer mixed with dirt

A tiny fly hanging on the inside of a screen door

An empty screen door, a little later when I look back at

Silly lyrics of a popular song

A flow of lethargy instead of vitality

One late spring afternoon that makes everything feel meaningful

(from "The Faithful Heart") Couldn't get closer to anything with staying still, so I got scared when I saw a bad poetry. At the heads of fools, gonna gather bones of peaches and throw'em, and then giggle and laugh for you sons of bitches.

(from "An Artist")

An artist is not who's beautiful.

An artist is who makes a mess.

I have a poor mind and always struggled with grasping causality.

Instead of writing, made a mess.

Instead of an artist, became a pathetic fool.

(from "a candlelight") there's a candlelight in my heart that always precariously flickers with their own eyes with their own blue lines it's a meaningless world for truth say their own eyes, say their own blue lines, but my candlelight would never flicker like this ravingly if they're right

(from "One Afternoon") lying on the bed where pieces of my lips are scattered, thinking of the short stories of Sait Faik, savoring songs of an inexplicable-named band, wondering if her desperate look in the movie was real,

(from "it was an act of death")

I was in the house

I stayed there

embracing death wasn't only beautiful

'cause it was so hot and my

whole body was shaking

everything suddenly became strange

something was rotting in the stomach

into the mouth

something kept flowing

it was an act of death

death, covered with foolish vice

that was firmly clutching a miserable-shaped apple

I was death

life no longer existed

(from "Longing and Time") When you’re drenched in longing time flows like an eternity