Greetings

Greetings

The mid-morning meeting sings: “Bon bon ayo!”

Tomorrow, we meet God

and in our ghetto communication scream:

“Mon Cherie!”

in Korean.

 

It reads: time error is you

; and

those ladies burned accidentally,

but they gave GOOD

amor.

 

Friends’ eyes- five years landed on their faces- finally.

 

Imagine only students tonight,

with fingers pouring fountain sounds.

While he sleeps, dreams the

devil dead.

 

It was long

;

summer wept.