hi friends
its been a while
fireseed here at his early morning window seat
looking out as is his wont over the six-lane highway
commuter traffic streams by
the mists swirling furiously over inwangsan
the rain teaming down yet again
unfortunately there's no women here (not even a girl)
except for the ones i spy in the street below
heads down clutching their umbrellas:
'when the rain comes
they run and hide their heads
they might as well be dead'
lennon once sang somewhat uncharitably
(now there's a candidate for the best B-side ever)
as for the rainy day women
been reading some interesting speculations
on where that title came from
though it has always been one of my least favourite dylan songs)...
the mists shift again
pukhansan momentarily appears
just peeking its head above the ugly bank of fiveteen-story luxury apartment blocks
which ruin my view...
been meaning to head down to the riverside park
jogged down there a week or so back, friends
to find my usual route for jogging
and taking h for a cycle ride
totally submerged under two metres of flood water
dread to think what the riverbank looks like now!
spoiled by a rising tide of human waste
discarded plastic bottles
bits of dirty polystyrene
all manner of rubbish
washed up sadly
as a testament to human folly / folie
the jog i was talking about
ends up like a kind of weird dream sequence
the awforities close the eight-lane expressway
along the other side of the river
so there am i
running along a deserted seoulless highway
normally packed with little four-wheeled metal boxes
completely alone...
rain's getting heavier
acid rain
but its luvly to watch
therapeutic to hear the sound of na-cha
drumming on my windows
easing the incessant traffic roar
not much else to say for now, friends
ye olde fireseed's become a dull boy recently
all work and no play, you understand...
spare a thought for the lebanese
write a message on a banknote
write a letter to the prime minister
don't be silent
don't just accept it
hope in the dark
f
xxx
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just a quick comment so you don't feel so lonely....
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