Five Poems from: Does This Talk Make You a Bit Dizzy?

My Future Diary

Today I licked just a little of the white porridge on the spoon.Birds trapped in glass jars chirped like a shaman's brass handbells.

Today I am the inside of a pocket bulging with poverty.As I shared the scarce air,I was with the people of today.

Even in my dream, I was out of breath and just walked.The gloves that someone dropped last night,The place where the needle passed, left and right,I decided to become indifferent to church steeples.Like the night sky colored by a child with sloppy skills,the whites of the apocalypse glanced up, at a glance.Today I faced it.

There was someone who said he saw me today,But no one said it was real.

Scattered hair drawn down on the pillow,Tomorrow morning it's tied to the edge of the roof.

On Behalf of a Lamb That Leapt Out of Sleep

And then how does the morning sunbite your face in such detail,how detailed and lonely it islike a coin stuck at the feet of a pissing angel

how does it wake up on behalf of a lamb?

Those who walk the streets chewing their dreams,soldiers of wars great and small,prayed to be the first to die,

but with a single lamb that leapt out of sleepthey survived to the end, bleating and bleating.

I never wake up even after the sun rises highestand try to talk to myself in my sleep:I'm alive, I'm aliveIf I don't memorize it, how can I forget it?

This is also on behalf of a lamb

I heard that there is a place called abyss.Even if I reach out to your heart, it's just the tip of my fingernail.Where did you get all those sheep?

Is there a sadness that grows so quietly like wet eyelashes?Is there an alley that shines like that?On behalf of a lamb whose whole day is morning.

I will write flowers, Daeil Plastic bandage, or words like tolerance and understanding on the missile warhead and launch it²

Standing blankly at the scene of the accident,I am watching myself fall.

Why am I falling? Am I falling after eating lunch? Am I falling      with my clothes tidy? What floor did I start falling from?      Because this is the first time I have witnessed myself falling, I      let myself fall until the end. To see if I am sure that I am the one      who fell.

Someone shouts from the railing above.Has anyone fallen below?

I haven't fallen all the way down yet, but for now, should I say      it's me? Should I, who is watching myself fall, say it's me? If      someone has already fallen, should I say that it is me too? If the      person who has already fallen is here and there, a lot, should      I say that I am a lot? Should I stop being me who is falling to      recover from my fall in the past? Is it okay to call me a person      when I have been falling for so long?

I haven't arrived yet. It's been a long time since the sneakers and      the horn-rimmed glasses arrived, but I haven't arrived. It's been      a long time since the wig and the eyelashes have fluttered down,      I haven't arrived yet. Long after the fingernails and the teeth      have been poured out, I haven't arrived. Long after the chest and      the hips and the eyes and the gaze have been crushed, I haven't      arrived. Long after the missing flyers have been stuck to every      telephone pole, I don't arrive. I do not know until the end that      I've passed by myself.

Watching myself fall, I doze off. In my dream, I don...