Tusam D. Clide

Let your thirst for evergreen be fashionable

Henry in China Skiing

An eyesore to proliferation of all his abhorrence
a drunk prodigy squatted a dandy slice of proud eternity
Pouring one glitch after another
on a glass of Hollywood discrepancy
There whiffs of the chagrin once so modern
reinforced more than one wasted posture
There he chatted with the higher rundowns,
hosted apparitions of the even better.

Craving insolent gaiety from carving the flat nuisance into
wonderful, wonderful profanity-
his melodrama brutally unzipped a delight
somewhere between
street corner Monroe
and thrice divorced Hepburn

Here we breathe his bad mouth, its wine-drenched moist
midst of it, something that is the sun and the moon
and the love and the lost and the pain.
Here we cover aftermath of ripe hangovers
each note displays the vivid rampage of this hack
How poise it arbitrates between
one’s grayest facet and
the world’s most obstinate dents.

Ultimately - his words guide me into a fine surrender
toxic loophole- steers me off-road
so free from all moral signs
mortal lines-

Bukowski, in his care, once again
I am peacefully separated from
yesterday and tomorrow

Deadly steadfast and selfish with honors. 

summer in bangryung island
as a rok marine


Twilight resonates lavender
an outlandish pulse
Summer’s last stroke
plucks a timid breeze of August
As the sun tenders an edge to all
phantoms of all the blazed
camouflages one summer night
ashes of the golden pine
too absolute to be two
Rained quite often after
only bottles waltz on the floor
well, there are flowers
and flowers need vase

Regardless of
green and blue
despite of those honest legs
gliding into naked rays of
the prudent Sun

Summer is one tricky play 

for a heart
depicted by love

July Be Late

Sleep pervaded quite early
a rare occasion 
a sleep tantalized
more than a think
even then only five hours
I had to get up quite early
I had things to do
and it’s nice, having things to do
scratching papers without things to do
occasions words fretting, melodies scowling

After things to do
I drank a thick cup of thick coffee

Remains of summer rain obfuscate
the sky of belated July
and that lazy smirk of that sun
vacillates to pervade, no thicker
than a stranger’s greeting

And it’s nice, feeling 2 AM
in eight fifty, dim morning
something is seldom dead here
something is burning comfortable
something is entrenching, all loosened up

Ready to be imposed
, to be rightfully

Sun plunges bloody today.  

Miss Sun Stood

Images of her slid before
the whiskeyed eyes
edged by the riddled mind
Every beauty has its moment
this moment has wings
their feathers, how they emit-
sometimes stun a mind
so fringe
-if lucky-
one witnesses 
a birth of an emotion

Those eyes fathoming
faltering cells of my skin
the balance of her physics
spilling the fable of fascinating lust

had this fool doubting
his ego’s levity
soul’s suavity
heart’s guarantee 

Now my moments float
extended by her beauty 

by every moments of it. 

Tusam D. Clide, 2014 
17 Days of SummerPhotographed by Soony Seo, My Madre

0623 - 0709
Military Vacation Days

with tremendous love received


Early in The Morning by James Vincent McMorrowDidn’t really expect this album to be the one placates my restless steps beaming throughthe limited freedom I had during this vacationmany hours of the allowed timegone being wild then wilder then pushing hardermany hours spent wasted and rushed but I dare assume thatunderneath all the hectic and plausible clouds something fragile yet comfortingly steadyhas been paving its presenceon the bottom of this soul’s levityalive and dryover and overalive and dryover and overthat is why this album has been on my earsbecause it talks to the shivering underneathwithout digging the sand of indulging youthThank you, Vincent. 

Lukas-Yohan-Josh, 2014 Summer

SK man, he is- 
he was so embarrassed 
of his younger brothers 

Evelyn Yoon, &B, 2014 Summer

2014 The Bottom Bookshelf 
One by One, 2014

All in One Dare

The room was all ready, dark
Solely the moon dared exposing
her late hour composure.
Her bed was lemon and very well made
Someone said “I want your love”
the other replied “Proven physical”
and I was the only one there

Her fingers floated grey-blue within
breaths of the only one there
balleted on someone’s nose
shaved the young man’s chin
mildly crossed the adam’s apple

The other inhaled and got taller
the other exhaled and got heavier

A question
"Do I make you lonely?"
I didn’t want to answer
but I was the only one there
so I guessed 

She dressed naked
quite a vintage fashion
aim of the eyes spread over all 
but the only one there

Easily ignited, he pulled the bare one
emptied her lips
played the teeth
watered the neck
skimmed the belly
his poked her waist
his poked her legs
poked her heart
pulled back wild

Her heart instantly responded
it fiercely pulled me in
sucked me into - and within I was 
I laughed with excitement
"Finally, here I am"
I applauded and jumped
in a roundabout manner
however refusing to hide
shivering from overrunning joy

It was when I pressed all
the joy there was
that I realized

In this chamber
pulsing too tender

I was the only one there

The Second Part of Military Vacation, 2014 Summer

Jeonrado Trip with Parents
Karaoke with Parents
Busan Trip with Juhee and Minji
Midnight Seoul Tour with Josh 
Introduction with Hanwool

Juhee and Minji, Sisters of Chambana

I called Minji and said 
"Are you available on 4th,5th and 6th of July?"
She said “Not on 4th but 5th and 6th, yes.”
I just laid the shit. “I wanna go to Busan”
Minji said “Wa. (come)”

I called Juhee and said 
"Go to Busan with me, let’s go hang out with Minji" 
Juhee said “Okay”

They planned and prepared everything for me
They made sure that I have a great Busan tour
though I was such a bad brother in the later days 
of us, Chambana group- 

This trip was one of the most meaningful 
and wonderfully packed trips I have ever had

I thank them, my Chambana sisters, Juhee and Minji