21 Dec 2011

I Feel Sad in This City. 2


The simplicity of stimulation and response.
The unicellularization of instinct.
My pappy and younger sister

Loked up

In the simulation of stimulatiom produced by the end of a century.

The secretion of desire overflows

The pulpy body,

And go and see a fish market

On a sultry summer day.

It has been a long time

Since your eyes lost their focuses

Like the frozen pollacks out of time.

The asphalt pavement burns more blazingly even in the dark.

My chain of memory gets worn gradually

In the loose coal tar,

And this city gets on its way to sinking.

by Ha seungmoo