nostalgia

and if i chant your name enough
will that change a thing?

even cs lewis said
"it changes me not you"

this thing this thing
what is this thing that i cant stop waiting for?

like arms outstretched invisible
but shoulders that are pinioned...

writer/poet i say i am
but am l-o-s-t with spelling bees

am i just another of those
washed up wannabes?

some days... art... the word... the world
run sliding 'tween my digits...

some days... liking... loving... heart
sit empty void inside my chest

and i just sit in dim light listening to my fan
oscillating on its stand...
(as if its wind will whisper something that i need to hear)


- kim thompson. 11.51 am thursday 10 june 2010 seoul, s. korea