turning my back
I drink in solitude
I, the corner king

revised version

turning his back
the corner king drinks
in solitude

a humble cherry 

bows to greet 

the ground 

chimes of cathedral
I read the words of
silent beggars

skinny dip

the ice floating 

in the brandy pool

swinging
only the burning red
of his cigar

uncle hits the wall
everyone blames
the alcohol

first of all
it catches my guilty attempt
the mouse trap

Korean show
from the TV to the phone
my eyes switch

photograph
no one tells him
he has been shot

jasmine chain
the curtain between
the Buddha and me

jasmine scent
from the street vendor
to the Buddha

new year
we pour water
to make puddles

the paddy field
doubles its size
as the sun rises

2nd revision done by Roger Watson

the paddy field
doubling in size
as the sun rises

flowers
half rotten
dip in the pot

dust on dust
it takes refuge at the corner
a long-legged spider

2nd revision revised by Roger Watson

dust on dust
taking refuge in the corner
a long-legged spider

my stained feet
leaves stains
on the floor I mopped

2nd version revised by Roger Watson

my feet
leaving stains
on the mopped floor

after ages
we leave the four Buddhas
with clean faces

2nd version revised by Roger Watson

eventually
we leave the four Buddhas
with clean faces

a story hidden
with a young lad's photo
in mom's book

mom's old photo 

the sharp eyes of 

a young lady 

old photos
I walk again
into my past

future work-plan
how certain
can it be ?

whithering 

dandelion

I make my wish 

quiz time 

it’s turn for 

my brain 

cherry blossom
amid the mess
after earthquake

figuring out

your last reply 

what might it be ? 

I wonder 

if my reply is

the last thing you read 

is today’s news 

April fool joke 

from you ?

fatal betrayal 

between him 

and his heart