Yeah, let the rain come

It will wash all the dissatisfaction

Off my sun kissed browning skin

It’s another Saturday in Seoul

Drinks are flowing

Three so far

Tic, tac, toe

Or should I say

Sangria, merlot, caipirinha

I win, I’m alive… a living joy

Steadily moving through the

Silver subway while staring at

hearts and listening to Brooklyn beats

Ahhhh, that humid breeze felt nice

Ran up my black shorts without even

Introducing itself to me beforehand

“Hi, how are you, I’m good but aging”

Who knows where or when I will end

Up tonight but this poem will document

My path tonight as the word pour onto

this new screen