Annyeong, antio
Friends, too many suicidal
Writings and wishes to be
Alive in the womb of
Persephone’s love.
Too much confusion-
Accomplices? I can’t
tell; now she’s slicked
back her pubic hair for
a night on the town.
But was it you pulling
it out of your teeth?
The least interested glance
Sidestepped for creativity
Soaked paper, running lines
Across the borders, art-show
Anti-war sentiments.
Life is the new performance art.
I break up with my girlfriend
In a cafe-bar, so you can pay
10 dollars to see my years
Of wasted effort, my tears over
Having to find another nest.
Pyrex shields- if you don’t see it,
don’t assume it’s not there-
Encased, I ask forgiveness.
bluerton 