ian fleming eat your heart out
a beetle hits the lane running
then bursts into the blue road
all its legs up atomic powered
sound a whee! about to explode
three hours flat busan fukuoka
along this navigator`s spine –
past those sea anemone islands
ploughing up the roadstead like
nobody`s dymanic business multi-
currency bi-lingual & all edges
not a plume in sight (even the
sun sets in a corner & behaves
tvs propagate morgenland`s top
news story: tsunami anniversary
or hwang`s stupidity (all our
shrapnel deposited inside that
terminal hours ago between an
epoch of regret at leaving this
electrifying nation in which i
no longer live (slowly melting
away … concrete rivers carry
flows of nature`s snowy tears.