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박 넝쿨 2016. 1. 5. 07:34

                                                                     그누구도 보려하지 않아도

                                                               저는 옷을 벗었읍니다

                                                                                                  애절하고

                                                                                                  너절하게

                                                                                   살고픈 생각를 아예 않했답니다

                                                                                                     때로는

                                                                                 허접한 눈물을  흘리지 않키로 했어요

                                                                                                햇빛 밝으날보다  

                                                                                            비오는 날이 더 많았 답니다

                                                                                                  그 누가 뭐라해도

                                                                                                         저는

                                                                                         두다리가 아직 튼튼 하다고

                                                                                                자위도 했었지요

                                                                                                    골방에서

                                                                                             이제 나왔거든요

                                                                                                너무도 많이 울었기에

                                                                                        눈물 샘이 말라 버린 줄로 알았었지요

                                                                                                   그래도

                                                                                   님의 아품에 저도 울수 있어요

                                                                                                    겨울이 오면

                                                                                               눈속에 파고 들었지요

                                                                                                           눈은

                                                                                        하나님의 자애의 이불이니깐요

                                                                                              기나긴 눈보라는

                                                                                              낮과같이 밤에도 불어

                                                                                          맨몸둥아리를 들먹이지만

                                                                                       그 님이 그 어디에서 오고 있다기에

얼어 터지지 않으려

목 놓아 울고 있지요

                                                                                                       기나긴

                                                                                     고드름도  삶에 결정체 랍니다

                                                                        봄이 오면

                                                                                   눈물 덕지를 지우겠어요

                                                                                       아파도 철 쑤세미로 밀고

                                                                                               그 할퀴임의 만신창이

                                                                                     상처에

                                                                                                                소금 한줌을 뿌리겠어요

                                                                                                  그 힘으로

                                                                                                                   더 살수 있으니깐요

                                                                                                  여름이 오면

                                                                                        하늘이 눈물 흘릴적 마다

                                                                      밗에 뛰여나가 몰골을  하늘 향해 높이 들겠어요

                                                                                            처절하고

                                                                                          흉하디 흉한

                                                                                     눈물 자욱 지우려고요

                                                                                             그리고

                                                                                      어디에든 다 가보겠어요

                                                                                 시 꺼먼 얼굴을 개의치 않거 든요

                                                                                         가을이 오면

                                                                                 노래를 부르지 않겠어요

                                                                                콧 노래도 술픈 노래이고

                                                                      돌려 맞추는 음악모두 눈물 범벅 이게든요

                                                                                               나무가

                                                                                   봄 여름 가을내 먹고 즐기던

                                                                            생명수 내림으로 흘려 보내는 것을 배워

                                                                                            앞 마당에서

                                                                                              뒷 뜰 까지

                                                                                      비자루로 쓸고 쓸게예요

                                                                                       거의다 버리지 못하면

                                                                                           겨울이 오면

                                                                                 얼어 터져 죽고 말것을 알고 있으니 깐요

                                                                                                  그러면

                                                                           많은 이들이 제옷을 보고 멋있다고 감탄 할거예요

 

                                                                                물을 흘려 버려  핏빛만 남은 저를 보고요

                                                                                               저는 애절한되 

 

                                                                                               나무를 위해 열매를 위해

                                                                                   벌래의 먹이가 되여 온몸이 파 먹히고

                                                                                       말라 떨어져 포도를 딩굴러도

                                                                                            저는 자랑스러 할게예요

                                                                                        아름다운 노고의 훈장 이거든요

 

 

                                                                                       님은 보시기 싫어는 모습인걸 알면서도

                                                                                                   저는

                                                                                                님 앞에서 옷을 벗었어요

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