April Fools

Under the sakura tree, the Japanese sit,
Cold, nothing blooming,
Drinking sake, they don't care a bit...

Anti-Gravity On ice

Following the music's lead,
Fighting back her fear,
Flowing backwards, at speed...

The figure skater keeps
Her mind's-eye fixed on
Flying spins ... and leaps...

Point In Time

Arriving at a point
Where one comes to find,
What lies coiled ahead, is less
Than what faded behind,
So try to make the most

Of what's left to unwind...

Doesn't Get Better

When you've done and seen it all,
You come back to realize that
Life's best pleasures are small...

As simple as the delight
Of warming under a blanket
On a cold winter's night...

桜前線

The Sakura Front marches north
From southwestern Japan,
Pink-white blossoms popping,
Winter resists, as best as it can,
But there's really no stopping,
Cold giving way to heat,
In a slow, uneven, retreat...

Aliens Bovine Encouter

The visitors from outer space
Landed in a field with ruminants
And fell in love with the place

So they loaded a few herbivores
Then disappeared without a trace

  

100 Bottles Of Beer On The Wall...

Up on the shelf,
Boxes of myself...

The box marked "Past",
For which I can only long...

The box marked "Present",
To be ready, to be strong...

The box marked "Future",
It's an unwritten song...

All beyond what I can know,
Lined up there, in a row...

Toxic Ennui

We are all drowned
In a quicksand of boredom,
A boredom so profound
It sucks out one's soul,
Not making a sound,
And spits it into a hole...

ママ チャリン

The Japanese mom carries
One kid front, one in back,
Pedals across the railway track...

Google It

Young hipsters filled
With fear and loathing,
Over choices of hair
Styles and clothing,
Condemned to live
Connected, well-fed
Existences in an era
Of developing dread...

Superbowl Effect

The weight from watching
Sports, on TV, is inertial,
Glued, immobile, to the couch,
Until the beer commercial,

Faithful football fans
Run off to pee, and then
Build pyramids of cans...

Vernal Healing

Tension and
Despondency undone
By afternoon spent
In the springtime sun

Offshore Sendai 11 March 2016

The tea master prepares matcha
Which is then poured into the sea
An offering, to slake the thirst
Of those below, floating silently
Lost ones unable to return ashore
After being drowned by the tsunami

Me And My MBA

All our efforts and time
Wasted trying
To shift a paradym
Trying all kinds
Of theoretical stuff
To make things better
When good was enough

March Low Pressure System

Trees, enduring it, wait
For the cold rain, the
Cutting wind, to abate,
Sensing quietly the
Arrival of warmer air,
Carried by the front
That's not yet there...

中国

China's pride will only allow
Relations with those who
Pay tribute, or bow...

Ancient Knee-slapper

A curse the gods sent,
Or perhaps it was a joke,
Making man-apes sentient...

Winter Front

Cold, and rain,
Together,
Are the worst
Kind of weather...

Knowing It

Odd karma, or some kind of zen,
That random revealing moment when,
You realize it won't get any better,
Things are the best they've ever been,
And you're not likely to experience
Good times like this again...

Meeting From Hell

Repeatedly mentioning
Things that went wrong,
Causing the meeting
To curdle, and run long...

Unable to escape,
Grim faces glance,
At the clock, which
Seems not to advance...

"Problems remaining
Will eventually be
Addressed through training."

Finally it's over,
We are excused,
Happy to be done,
But my soul is bruised...

地震

Tectonic plates meet
And cause things to shake
Falling cat lands on its feet