Kamiel Choi Poems

When I was born, my parents planted a birch tree
in our back garden. I could not see it
from my room at the front of the house.
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poem

, in which another will is willing me.
A lot more is happening but mostly
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Mark likes to play computer games. In real life
he fixes televisions. There are solder spots on his hands,
when he sends his armies to the front lines.
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poem

, in which a boisterous gamete
speaks from the pulpit before time
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Today, I received a strange visitor called nihilism. His bleak appearance and slow, decisive gait exerted a strange fascination on me, so I decided to follow him on the street after he left.

I followed nihilism into an alleyway, where a beautiful woman's face smiled at me with the promise of a thousand futures, but I couldn't read them.
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poem

, in which my cocaine starts
talking to me. I want you
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poem

, in which words cannot free. They enslave, we cave
ourselves in. Freedom is the other side.
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