September chant

(written with beloved Serge)

softer than
a dewdrop
that lights
the shimmer
of cranes’ moon wings
are first autumn leaves,
setting a gentle fire
to the path
where rivers
meet in whisper
of our secret shore.
Amid the tenderness
of quiet streets
I hold your song.

the ebbing wine
of dusk
dreams lantern light
through feathered haze
of clouds descending
from vault to earth-
a gift
of magic rain
is chiming soft;
a chirp of sparrows
weaves the star of soul,
sun bird’s surrender,
along the breeze
of subtle flights
i hold your song

Your hands
embroider sky
with timeless violets;
a violin
spins blooming fogs
to shine.
Spreads through
the velvet forest,
air of home.
Lips savor incense
of each whisper
in the temple
of a purple flower.
Blessed in the depth
of sylvan shrines,
your dawn.

your hands
weave scent
of welkin incense
mantled auburn,
in hidden torrents
of the river
lotus essence
heralds ardent storms.
the pulse
of season quickens,
fears of long ago
dissolving, faded.
blessed in a chamber
of deep east
your dawn.

Melting to sighs
of amber passion
in your arms I fly,

graced with
your touch of blue
all being chants,
my heart



blue chambers

cat’s paw
stirs the koi pond

the taste
of black grapes
secret harvests

behind a temple gate
dream air guitar
melodic shores
of south isles

from the mantle
of yellowing leaves
a rhapsody smiles,
as clouds fall
into the arms of earth
and soft autumn eyes

hills drink the dark.
grey herons
on the rooftop
of a boathouse
weave legends of the sky

(and how the moon
is heaved
with midnight sun
when valley rain
ripens the meadow
of surrender,
of home
where fireflies
are gracing paths)

gentlest petals
between notes
a breath
of silence
as your lips
meet mine




(for Beloved Serge)

k-pop fever XVIII (feat. king bee)

rebellion today
with ride on
caterpillar tractors
amid the still
of sleepy Seoul,
‘let’s wear pants
and not tell Suho’,
woofs and rises’
whilst meows
unfurl a cloud
(tinged with horns)!

swapping the caps
for hats
of luminous dimensions
we lead the agrimotor
traffic signs
of urban land,
staccato kyungsoo
is leaping left,
the engine works
thanks to
Bugs Bunny carrots
and a thrust
of solar power
the ketchup hair
screams yehet!

when Myeongdong
in evening neon sea
and Inkigayo
plans another
we color bicycles
like SM’s
hugest firetrucks,
faster and faster
daebak dragon vehicles
and shady scooters
what is the reason
to arrive in Tartine Too
in time?
that’s right:





it took almost three years to gain certain feline muscles to learn this best of the best choreography and it’s worth it!*spins in squeaky jongin joy*