it’s nearly 5 am
speakers buzz
with resonance of traffic
TV waves contrast calm
there’s calm out there barely,
I turn from said cosmic TV rays
but they still penetrate me
grids of leftover pixels beam out across the air above the bed
space is an illusion—actually all things meld and melt
wrought iron and either, love and hate—sugar into milk and coffee
it’s different and will be tomorrow morning
i will learn to like this dirty seoul
i will learn to be of the morning calm
some soju'd drunk yells and screams
i hear tires screech
Seoul is a really nice place. I've been there and I don't like drinking but i like soju.
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