Anniversary
This evening
a black bug arrived
four years ago, becoming
a premonition of
the present, speaking
a language it took me
this long to learn.
A tangled tongue
of stones and fuses.
A grammar built
of broken birds.
Siren pronunciations.
When a window appears
beneath your name,
I try to imagine
a cloud crashing
into a famous building
or mountain. Such a
soft mundane destruction.
What barely is becoming
what barely isn't.
There is no rain today.
The wind is
nice enough to sit again
on concrete by the river.
by jerry gordon
9.26.2014
a black bug arrived
four years ago, becoming
a premonition of
the present, speaking
a language it took me
this long to learn.
A tangled tongue
of stones and fuses.
A grammar built
of broken birds.
Siren pronunciations.
When a window appears
beneath your name,
I try to imagine
a cloud crashing
into a famous building
or mountain. Such a
soft mundane destruction.
What barely is becoming
what barely isn't.
There is no rain today.
The wind is
nice enough to sit again
on concrete by the river.
by jerry gordon
9.26.2014
posted by jerry at 8:12 AM
1 Comments:
bites
I opened a mosquito screen of entrance door
for seeing off a friend
after a seafood party
while the door was open,
my cat went outside,
some mosquitoes came inside
and bit my body
A bug was able to change
the world
of our relationship
and
I have cried of happiness and pains
for more than 1200 days
I wonder where I am
in reality
or
in dream
even I am where I longed for
No hot water at an old lady's house
brought
a new world to me,
I became warm
with a new one,
but still keep on crying and smiling
I open a window everyday
at the new house
to see the past world
which has not been far from now
Smoke of mosquito coil
doesn't seem to work well,
still feel itching with more bites
and
love is alive
here and there
There is no rain today
The wind is
nice enough to walk
along sea.
092614
on Jeju island, Korea
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