Amidst the bulkheads of life,
What is it that we search for?
Are we looking for
The seeds of a crowd?
Am I looking for you, who is not me here—
Or you looking for me, who is not you?
Forgetting that very moment,
We simply gaze out the train window.
The Han River comes into view.
It feels as though I hear the voices of the crowd.
The long, groaning sound of the subway echoes:
"Clack-clack, clack-clack."
Where on earth
Am I right now?
"The next stop is Sungshin Women's University,
Sungshin Women's University Station."
"Passengers for getting off
Please use the right-hand doors."
If I was a pirate ship my bulkhead would be a wolf’s head
With yellow eyes that rolled around scaring my enemies all red
They would begin screaming when my ship came over the rise
Knowing at the end of the day they would all be food for the flies.
Long ago a star twinkled
Across the ocean blue
It pierced my heart so
Recklessly I fell in love with you
Stranger from afar
Ghostly and unknown
Words that trapped my soul
Tethered and unworn
Madness and fury
Passion and pleasure
Quilled words on paper
Better than treasure
Love poems and sonnets
Reeling my heart in
Dastardly poetic symphony
Nymphomania and sin
Trapped in your ink
Propelled by your quill
Forgotten odyssey’s
Still give me a chill
Moonbeams of madness
Two shadows as one
On the ships bulkhead
Having some fun.
Fear leashes unforeseen harpoons
when faith flees to the hold.
Wind gauges possible typhoons,
purser murmurs threefold...
fractures in the bulkhead
sailors stymied by dread
damage and death ahead
Fear leashes anxiety;
Faith can anchor urgency.
October 21, 2021
The middle three lines are a leash, a set of three
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