Kim Dang

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Kim Dang Poems

41. Engaged. 10/10/2007
42. Lull Bye. 10/28/2007
43. I'Ve Turned Around. 11/12/2007
44. Make It Difficult. 12/4/2007
45. Who Was I To Make You Wait For Me. 12/22/2007
46. Rewind 12/25/2007
47. A Risky Stroll On Building Edges. 1/1/2008
48. Engender Thicker Seams Around My Sewn Heart 1/21/2008
49. It Takes Annums For Me To Get This Serendipitous 1/29/2008
50. Haphazardly 2/2/2008
51. Certified Junkie. 2/28/2008
52. Painful Scary. 2/28/2008
53. An Honest Gasp, My Breath's Escape. 3/16/2008
54. Your Humility. 3/20/2008
55. Blank Slates; We'Re Magnets 4/10/2008
56. Noble Enough. 5/12/2008
57. Free From My Pebble. 5/31/2008
58. Busy With A Dream. 6/5/2008
59. Balancing On A String Of Words 6/10/2008
60. Carnal Comfortability. 8/25/2008
61. Frisked. 9/9/2008
62. They Matter Naught To Me. 9/21/2008
63. Fear. 10/25/2008
64. Smile. 11/1/2008
65. Knots. 7/24/2008
66. Dandelion Seeds. 7/15/2008
67. Rope Burn. 2/5/2008
68. 6: 15 Am 8/3/2008
69. Commodity. 11/23/2008

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A civil war rages onwards
between my mind's freedom vs. my
will's institutionalized cage.
Every action premeditated to appease
my academic overlords, my C.V.
Every wavering thought betraying the efficiency
at hand, because I'm wondering.
I ponder outside my self made
cubicle and it deafens me with the
loudest NO.

I'm not allowed!
outside these boundaries
my guilt will hound me
and admittedly as these hours flit by
I'm not as carefree.
I've lost that fight years ago,
when I checked out of my multitasking fantasy
When I left my pipe ...

Read the full of Commodity.


My gaze guides me past this window,
however strong the sunlight reminds me of its tainted sills,
like burning lime juice on dry parchment to reveal those hidden messages.

My gaze pierces through the passerbys walking horizontal to my box-like view, reels of film clips that never repeat themselves.
It takes me beyond the nightly murmurs of frat row number two, the bases that pound to make me miss each crickets chirping.
I am left to just gaze, my lashes barely touching the pane eve

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