Poem 1

trudging

up the twisting 

Dagget’s Hill

slate clouds sink

icy rain pelts

the bass player

appears

hands me

her bass

not quite wrapped

huge black plastic

flaps fear

glue melt

wood warp

strings rip away

stiff fingers

stretch black film

knots evade

not noticing

the coliseum

stumbling on the rim

roused by ruckus

i see Kyung-soo

running leaps two

towering steps a time

youv’e done it

now get on with it

gone

my tumbling word

clatter on deaf limestone

chastised

finally manage

knotting

deluge unends

walk on