no cooling for the masses
swept up in the endless summer
of myopia.
no breezes for the hands that struggle
towards a rumored mountain peak
lodging there is none, just dirt:
just twigs: just pebbles
–no breezes
for that struggle.
Japan, 2005
***
along the Kamo River
in the early morning
the sun
shines brightly
on the surface:
along the Kamo River.
Kyoto, Japan, 2005
***
BANO’S DEATH POEM
Me
Every Night
Drinking
Demo
Now
Me
Bano
Very Heart Thinking
Beautiful image
Iga-Ueno Shi, Japan
***
All those notebooks that you lost
are buried
in the hearts
of skygods.
All those words that flew away
reside in the trinkets
fastened ’round the indestructible
necks
of those spontaneous pidgeons
captured
before they froze.
Japan, 2005
***
as is
stated in the
Kongo-kyo:
“Dewdrops, dewdrops…”
Japan, 2005
***
JUNKO’S DEATH POEM
many gaijin come
so very enjoy
now, with so full moon
i like it is, so…
***
her components are confusing
and she lets them all fall out.
her heart is always slippery
and she adds more grease
and tempers the gears
like a half-assed silversmith
with intitial reasons
long forgotten.
her mind is oversoaked with
heartjuice
which sometimes grows old and stale.
gently she puts him in the dollhouse
cruelly she takes him out:
laughing she wants to know
who these dolls really are.
Iga-Ueno Shi, Japan, 2005
***
soon, i too
will be writing
a death poem.
patterns of breath
keep changing
in this life.
top of the bunk bed
pink blanket
time for sleep
Japan, 2005
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