being korou:

Dear Who,

Lift me up from this senseless heap.
Lift me. Abduct me. Like a UFO
The streets are all knotted together
All the roads leads to the dry well
I have been etching circles on the ground
with my dragging feet

I have traded my skin for sandpaper.
Have dived inside the earth.
Have spat out my soul flying in the air.
I could not hide. nor could I flee

Therefore, please erase me
So that it makes some sense.


(c) Korou Kh 2009

With every breath, I inhale death.
A whiff of the
soft velvety heavy luke-cold smell of death.
I let it roll inside my body for a while.

I exhale.

A somewhat more sizeable death,
a softer velvetier heavier whiff of breath.

It left me a little more Deathless.


(c) Korou Kh 2009

I stuff my mouth with rusting iron nails
to know what the horse must be feeling.
But I felt nothing.
Perhaps I should nail my tongue with them
then only I can taste it.
But then I wont be able to taste the rain.
So I left it at that.

I sucked the coldness out of those nails
and spit them out, one by one.
Aiming at every other passerby.
They nod at me and leave with a sigh
one said “ yes, this is
one of those things life is made of”

I swallowed the last one with a gulp of breath
If life be made of these,
I need some of it in me.

(c) Korou Kh 2009