I'm nothing but a make-believe
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Have you ever heard
the music of birds from foreign lands?
Have you felt their alien notes
caressing your ears
as if you could understand
each of their flats and sharps?
Then maybe you heard
how love is pronounced
by tourists walking along parks.
Saranghaeyo.
Te amo.
Ai shi teru.
…
Somniphobia
I’ve come to
fear sleep. Each night
I progress
into
2 a.m., 3 a.m., 4 a.m.
for as long as I
can bear,
then,
all at once
defeat
will plant itself
h e a v y
on my eyelids,
and
I’ll dream
in metaphors,
in lucid failures that
speak
to me
before the sun
has a
chance to.
Funeral Hymn
Why wait for death
to sing my song?
I have much to
add to this lament.
Let the disgraced
note of my dreary,
despairing dirge
dull your sadness.
Do not mourn me,
when I pass, and
do not grieve too
long and waste tears.
Death, he hungers
for us all eventually.
Celebrate the meager
moments I did live.
The breath I took
the steps I made.
So let us sing my
funeral song, this
requiem, together
we shall mourn.
Books
What do books think of us
when we break them open and
read through their insides?
What do they think of us
when we bend their spines,
breaking their bones as
we leaf through each
page and fold them to
our hearts content?
Do they see us as torturers,
or engaged executioners?
Crystal wrote poetry
before I did and she
gave it to me to read
and it was
pretty good,
though I thought some of
the words she used
were too large
and
I’d tell her
and she’d say I
was an assholewhenever she delivered
a poem to me
it was in a
tabbed folder,
printed on neat copy
paper,
some…
Afraid
I’m afraid of the dark that’s why.
I’m scared that once I close my eyes,
You won’t be there once I open them.
And chances are I might never see you again.
So if I may, I’d like to stay awake forever with you,
If that’s ok.
