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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