i think

back when

even just seeing

the bottles of vitamin water on the shelf

made me have to skip that aisle of kuwolskis


back when

just that green tinted incredibly hulk green

was like kryptonite

and id drive avoiding blue suv's


back when

i didnt know

but i knew

and so did everyone else

but i couldve sworn

- i really didnt know


i forget

how much is lived in less than

six


i forget

how short "six" really

is


that if it took

thousands for a heart to form

and thousands millions more

for this shape to house

that primordial sludge


then...

six

is just so

swift


... to have lived so many feelings

to have wondered so many things

to have questions answered by new questions

to have had too many to count on both hands and toes

six is not so much

for so much of this to have

been formed


sometimes i forget

how six is not

an

eternity


how six is just

one more than 5

and it wont be six

till

that

fabled resurrection day

when life re-borns itself


and somehow all the way from there

ive landed here

worried if i can make one year

when that's 1/6 of 6?


so these days are just hours

and these hours just minutes

and these minutes just seconds

and all combined still not enough for

the first

primordial sludge to have shaped into

a valve that beats


so i think

clearer than i have in 2

clearer than i have since the shaping of this 1

that


all of this?


will be like those shelves that now just make me smile to remember

how i can still recall that wonder of that tinted green photograph

how blue suv's now make me smirk

how i did not just get to dance with you i got to know your flaws that for 2 seemed impossible

how i dropped 15

and gained 15

and lost again

and now am somewhere inbetween

and still cannot count

all the valves of mine that have been broken

all the valves whose names i struggle to recall


and thats just in 6


so these seconds

are just so much less than 6


for waiting


- kim thompson. seoul. s. korea 22.45 sat 15 jan

homo-nym

the wind sang on the leaves

just at the first peek of the sun

as night was stolen by thieves

to welcome the world's most beautiful son

his eyes the color of cherrywood

that would blossom during his first sight

parents flushed with joy understood

for the new part of their heart at that warm site

something was odd, not quite allowed

his body betrayed him completely

his parents didn't seem to care aloud

blinded to any difference discreetly

the isolation he felt wasn't just in the town

somehow his synapses always knew

that he was destined for love unbound

something utterly brand new

life hindered by limitations strong

helpless against the struggle he fell prey

but for a change to last his whole life long

his parents would constantly pray

his struggles went unseen

strangled by the burdens he wore

school, friends a new version of mean

who would want someone so young to have to go to war

teased tirelessly for his weakness

lined paper a lockbox for emotions he would pour

black eyes + bruised thighs were signs of the bleakness

how can he maintain with a heart so poor

mono images flashing hopefully

observing the lives of other guys

losing sight of his hopepulley

burying himself behind a deepening guise

digital chats + private phone calls yield hope

sweet dreams of a better life to savor

are quickly eliminated by a daunting tightrope

who will be his saver?

he can't hold on

in his hope he is lone

he can't be strong

his hope is on loan

despite the optimism he has read

he's confined to his mental electric chair

salty lava turns his cherrywood eyes red

he's confined to his metal electric chair

trapped / trapped / trapped

the wind sang on the leaves

just at the last peek of the sun

as night was returned by thieves

to reject the world's most beautiful son

his eyes the color of cherrywood

that would fall during his last sight

parents flushed with anger misunderstood

for the old part of their heart at that cold site

something was right, not quite allowed

his heart betrayed him completely

his parents seemed to care aloud

exposed to any difference indiscreetly

the isolation he felt wasn't just in the town

somehow his synapses never knew

that he was destined for hate unbound

something not at all new

life hindered by limitations strong

fearless against the struggle he fell prey

but for a change to last his whole life long

his parents would cease to pray

his struggles became seen

released from the burdens he wore

school, friends a familiar version of mean

who wouldn't want someone so young to have to go to war

praised tirelessly for his weakness

digital sites a lockbox for emotions he would pour

crooked smiles + tears of crocodiles were signs of the bleakness

how can he stop with a heart so poor

color images imprinting hopefully

becoming the lives of other guys

regaining sight of his hopepulley

freeing himself from a deepening guise

pill containers + deep-punted wine bottles yield hope

terrible nightmares of a worse life to savor

are quickly eliminated by a comforting jumprope

he will be his saver

he doesn't have to hold on

in his hope he is not lone

he can be strong

his hope is not on loan

despite the pessimism he has read

he's free from his electric chair

twisted fabric turns his cherrywood eyes red

he's free from his metal chair

escape / escape / escape