He only feels alive
When he can drive,
Which fills his need
For freedom and speed,
Movement, control,
And his empty soul...
Monday, July 31, 2017
Spartan Effect
It was a mistake
That was clear to see
Things were stuck
Like the Persians
At Thermopylae
That was clear to see
Things were stuck
Like the Persians
At Thermopylae
Sunday, July 30, 2017
Preflight
Nor quite ready to wake
And face the day ahead
I drift back into the
Mist of dreams instead
And face the day ahead
I drift back into the
Mist of dreams instead
Saturday, July 29, 2017
Inari Jinja
Ancient shrine on a hilltop,
Holy spot, as quiet as can be,
A cicada alights on my chest,
Must think that I'm a tree...
Holy spot, as quiet as can be,
A cicada alights on my chest,
Must think that I'm a tree...
A Guy I See In The Park
Bird-man comes to the
Park, early, every day,
Same shirt and same hat,
Always the same way,
He swings a golf club,
Walks, repeats his routine
Each day, feeding the birds,
I think he's a machine...
Park, early, every day,
Same shirt and same hat,
Always the same way,
He swings a golf club,
Walks, repeats his routine
Each day, feeding the birds,
I think he's a machine...
Friday, July 28, 2017
Wednesday, July 26, 2017
Dead Cat In A Public Park
There's no way to tell how
The cat came to be lying
Lifeless on the walkway
The method of its dying
So unlike a cat, even a stray
Would find a private place
And cat-like disappear
Without leaving a trace
The cat came to be lying
Lifeless on the walkway
The method of its dying
So unlike a cat, even a stray
Would find a private place
And cat-like disappear
Without leaving a trace
Saturday, July 22, 2017
Potential Relief
Another hot day in the concrete hive
Where parched workers wait
For the typhoon to arrive...
Where parched workers wait
For the typhoon to arrive...
Friday, July 21, 2017
お疲れ様
Night train from Tokyo, after
Work hours have expired,
Catatonic commuters
Sit, oblivious and tired...
Wednesday, July 19, 2017
Strong Spark Of Life
The frail old lady is shrivelled and weak
Yet she continues to hang on tight
To the immobile shrunken thing that
Is her life, and it is a losing fight
I suppose she must know,
Having outlived all her friends,
She strives, alone, to draw each
Breath, before the whole thing ends...
Yet she continues to hang on tight
To the immobile shrunken thing that
Is her life, and it is a losing fight
I suppose she must know,
Having outlived all her friends,
She strives, alone, to draw each
Breath, before the whole thing ends...
Prescience
Maybe it's a form of wisdom or just
A sixth sense from getting old
But she can detect how things
Will end, without being told...
A sixth sense from getting old
But she can detect how things
Will end, without being told...
OJT
Folks do things the hard way
Their experience is earned
Same lessons in their history
Books unread and unlearned
Their experience is earned
Same lessons in their history
Books unread and unlearned
Saturday, July 8, 2017
Monday, July 3, 2017
River City Independence Day, 1976
July the 4th in Omaha,
Just around noon,
The sign tells me
It's not too soon,
Get off the street
And out of the heat,
Howl at the moon...
For today is the day
That we became free,
To think, and drink,
Independently...
Just around noon,
The sign tells me
It's not too soon,
Get off the street
And out of the heat,
Howl at the moon...
For today is the day
That we became free,
To think, and drink,
Independently...
Saturday, July 1, 2017
Angry Hangover
A crazy man screaming,
In a gray morning's light,
I listen, lying in bed,
He is losing a fight
With something in his head,
I think, as his cries
Fade in the sunrise...
In a gray morning's light,
I listen, lying in bed,
He is losing a fight
With something in his head,
I think, as his cries
Fade in the sunrise...
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