[this is just a jotting of a poem. it’s not meant to be a finished product. i♥서울]
(Poem #4 on new numbering scheme)
o beloved megalopolis subways buses walking crowds uncountable kilometers of streets and the writhing snakes of expressways clogged with cars strewn with neon littered with convenience stores like breadcrumbs leading to mountainside neighborhoods the undergrounds spaces exhale and seem to breathe breath slightly sweet of kimchi and cheap perfume bookstores malls walking crowds of old men spitting of old women selling hothouse lettuce and radishes and garlic of children children playing riding bikes and scooters fashionable children studious children walking alone at 10 o'clock at night talking on cellphones cellphones everywhere smartphones four bars everywhere in vacant lots in factories in tunnels on trains in subway restrooms talking crowds fashionable crowds talking on smartphones dramatically sighing businessmen drunk laborers old women yelling children gazing about happily japanese tourists milling foreigners stealthily alienated tall buildings short building the same buildings over and over marching across the landscape soldiers on leave shopping crowds young women arguing in cafes boys arguing on street corners old men arguing in bars teenagers arguing near schoolyards the megalopolis argues with itself cheerfully lovingly continuously rhythmically the city is always there brand new unceasing evolving incomplete walking crowds dreaming crowds dreaming dreams
