2013-1-07-30
rim me around the lake              wet index                   on pure water. blot
my digit’s sheen                                                            oil slick curling slow
concentric shocks like Bishop’s lover,   alchemical in the chemical heat
of shampoo and love                                                            I misremember
still the dying explosions                                               the narco-sheen of
medicinal morphine,  pellucid beauty of oil slick  on flesh ride the pure
stillness of time and light graying in plastic-hold:      mechanized petrol,
beauty of apparatus breath                      after-the-fact still dying my love
in    alcohol    and   medic   gauze   drowns   black-blur  time,  configure
concentric  lines,  compass swung open demisphere to hemisphere she
walked in beauty Byron said, dumb intractable                      lyric privacy
swung open
                                      aspic, orange, pig pool grease                    the suds
part, reveal
lake, orange concreture                                                                          pure
shampoo,  pig sweat,  elastic dream  cypher mangrove opera and saber
burn, the suds part                        reveal.                       phosphorescence, 
speed, lover
give  over  my  car. drive, bedded to lake, make out our bodies curdled
in emeralds: algae, vine, vernal lush past
                                                                                         bathed out of time
in gray concentric shocks I misremember right the suds transparency,
lake soiled in cleanliness and lye. clean lines I want to see drowned
with stars, living soil visible, vine visible vile.
1992-1-01-10
sell me your eyes, your discount
orange at the pitstop
candy from the pronged ends at the aisles: anodyne fruit
car bearer and fag at the end stop                                     counter-child
counting your meticulous icons thumbnail to rind
coin-dye ride your pithy white gown:
incarnadine fruit, swell, petrol stink your lover high for once is swell,
you,
were you interested in living
this way, to the sweet intrusion of strategy:
this way piss stop this way
Jimin Seo was born in Seoul and immigrated to the United States at the age of eight. His books include OSSIA (2024), winner of the Changes Book Prize, and the forthcoming chapbook A – 1982. His most recent projects were Poems of Consumption with H.Sinno at the Barbican Centre in London and a site activation for salazarsequeromedina’s Outdoor Room pavilion at the 4th Seoul Biennale of Architecture and Urbanism.