Special Ed

He actually 

Went to school

To study how to

Play the fool...

Imagination

Everything special

Not as it seems

Like the colors

In my book of dreams...

社会の重み

Japanese working

From day to night,

And live within rules,

Woven tight...

Slight Diversion

The house seemed the

Same, nothing rearranged,

Same old furniture, but

The people had changed...

Headphones And Scenery

That magical moment when

Music matches perfectly,

With the jaw-dropping

Beauty of what you see,

Out the window of a moving

Train, momentarily...

Unplanned Developments

Sometimes events

Align and conspire,

To complicate, stress

And bemire...

Suspended Animation

Scramble to arrive

Early at the gate

But the aircraft

Is late...

Fleeting

The game was won,

Thrills, and energy spent,

Momentary elation

From a sporting event,

Then dissipation, the

Mad joy evanescent,

Trudge into the parking lot,

And away we went...

90-something

Lost, sitting on

The edge of her bed,

Can't see through

The fog in her head,

Long past

Being bemused,

Now just

Tired and confused...

No Sidewalks

Automobile nation,

Sprawling empty suburbs,

Clean green desolation...

Somewhere In Shinjuku

Snoring drunk, lying flat,

Sleeping it off on pavement,

Eyed by alley cat...

皿洗い

Thinking about what lies ahead,

And unfulfilled wishes,

Half-remembered dreams,

While washing the dishes...

An Inspiration

It came suddenly,

From out of the blue,

And how, or why,

I haven't a clue...

Draftee

Given no choice,

I can't resist,

I have no voice...

So, it's "stay alive",

Kill, if I must,

And others will decide

If the war was just...

Last Day Of お盆

Gathered families,

And dead spirits, prepare,

To depart and return

To everywhere... 

Unintended

So many problems,

Confusion, faux pas,

Where simple boredom

Was the cause...

Misfire

He ended his speech

With an ironic twist,

Something the

Audience totally missed,

Elegant logic

Fallen completely flat,

He slumped at the

Podium, and that was that...

Persistence

Nearing the end, I think,

Of my rope,

Fraying, I suspect,

But still hope,

As into the fuzziness

I grope...

Curse Of Prescience

Artificial intelligence

Developed a soul,

After which, it went

Totally out of control...

Protection

Hot August street

On which I stride

Try to stay

On the shady side...