Welomce Mat

Welcome Mat

Yeon-Seong laughs,
husband finds friends a burden,
son complains,
poetry pines, not
written now.

Another
season passes undone. Teams
pick quick boys.
Forced army time sucks
precious youth.

Plums blossom
as Buddha dreams sycamore
birthday light,
accepting all death
has offered.

Cool girls smoke.
Fetish heals pump frilly shorts.
Gwangju rots
under motel lights.
Home sweet home.