渋谷ハロウィン

We’re off to Shibuya Crossing
Dressed as mugs of beer,
Along with all the others,
Costumes far and near,
Then into the izakaya
Eats, drinks, and laughter,
And the noisy silliness
Which follows thereafter...

Angel Of Connection

Magical messenger,
Metal, plastic, silicone,
So much more than
Just a telephone,
It’s me, the most
Valuable thing I own...

One Way To Do It

Get as much as
You can take,
Ignore the news
Just call it fake,
Don’t look back
Or step on the brake,
The power you have
Is the power you make...

All Saints & Souls

Spirits arrive,
Here and there,
But why?
And from where?

Sleeper

Quiet as the dead
The ghost waits
Under the bed

Afternoon Haunting

Forgotten, eerie

Porch display,

Recorded Halloween

Cackles play,

Electric Jack o’lantern 

Middle of the day...

Circus

Inside my head
They swarm
Like a 3-ring circus
They perform
Thoughts and memories
Behind my eyes
Then gone
Before I realize

Pavement Noise

The dull roar of
Vehicle tires
Lessens as the
Day expires...

Died During Construction

Old monument

Edged with moss,

Commemorates

Forgotten loss...

御神輿

Portable shrine bouncing on shoulders,
Carry a god around our neighborhood,
The god sees what there is to see,
Returns to shrine, and all is good...

So Many Guns

Typical street, nighttime America,
Flashing lights after shots are fired,
Need to be wary, concealed carry,
Head on swivel, caution required,
It is what it is, chaos ascendant,
Civility and tolerance expired...

From The North

Starlings and seahawks
Autumn wind blows
Brown leaves swirling
Sparrows and crows

Fan Photo

Desire and longing mesh
Into love for an image
Of once young flesh...

This Is America

Trying to state our opinions,
Make intentions clear,
But the screaming's too
Loud, and we cannot hear...

The Human Condition

The need to fill the void,
Too hard to ignore, or dismiss,
And so we are inclined
To jump into the abyss...

Hidden

A Tokyo midnight scene,
Lights below, moon above,
Stars nowhere to be seen...

Tokyo Garden

Concrete, steel, glass,
Skyscrapers loom
Over the trees and the grass...

In Memorium

Medals for those
Returned from the war
For the others it
Doesn’t matter anymore...

Couch Surfing

While-away a working day
In a prone position,
Doesn’t matter, it’s OK,
I’ve found a different
Path, a better way,
Float as the lights
And moments interplay...

No Exit

Scar on the side of his head
Where they might have cut his brain
The idiot talks to himself while
Wandering around the train
Wary commuters watch
The spectacle of the insane...

Somewhere In Spain

The furious bull
Charges straight ahead,
Misses the matador,
And then he's dead...

山伏

World-be hermit
Climbs the mountainside,
Where he can think,
And hide,
Live off what
The forest will provide...

Daily meditation,
Sometimes
Mortification...

That Noise Above

Scavenger chatting as they fly
Squadrons of Starlings
Swarm an Autumn sky...

Buzz Kill

Emerged from drunk caves
Pretty people of the night
Stumble around in the
Early morning light...