受験地獄

The walls of the college examination hall
Are spotted with the imaginary stains
Of young exploding brains...

Survivors

(By Mark Harm Niemeyer)

Fluidity

Events and feelings,
Swirl and rearrange,
Nothing is constant
But change...

Any Port In A Storm...

All the time put in,
The sweat and tears,
All subsumed within,
A maritime tradition,
Which, eats you up
And spits you out,
Before you know
What it's all about,
The ships will sail
With or without you,
Complain to no avail,
It's all bigger you see,
Life's work absorbed,
Underway into futility...

Avert Your Eyes

The monsters dance in a circle,
Holding hands, they go around,
Cellulite jiggling beneath their
Clothes, they shake the ground,
The monsters, lost in their joy,
Waddle and stomp to the sound
Of music meant for gentler souls,
All that meaning nothing to
The weirdly bouncing trolls,
The monsters in a happy trance,
Celebrate, with obese abandon,
An unsightly winter's dance...

Family Reunion

Waiting for loved ones
To walk through the door...

And we'll hug and smile
Separated no more
By distance and space

All together and happy
In our old home place.

日色鯉

Round and round, the koi,
Swim in the pond, in the
Patterns carp will employ,
Which those of us watching
Them, tend to enjoy...

Revealed From Altitude

Earth, seen from space,
Seems like a nice blue
Green-colored place,
Until a closer look
Reveals the trace,
Of the toxic rust, caused
By the human race...

窓際族 Restructured

I'm shown to a new office desk
By the window, the secretary
Kindly offers me a cup of tea,
Then goes, and I'm left with nary
An idea of what I am to do,
Other than collect my old man's
Pay, sit back, enjoy the view...

In Early April

Winter's cold challenge
To patience and survival,
Now dissolved in the wet
Green of Spring's arrival.

The months which
Sequentially pass,
Are recorded in the
Colors of the grass,
Brown turning to green
As the weeks pass by
Quietly, almost unseen...

Mind Games

It is a simple case of my not
Knowing or remembering,
Which, I seem to have forgot.

My Puzzle

I do not have a clue
About how or where
The words, which do
Their best to imply
A meaning, and construe
Something which I
Might surmise I knew...

The Thrill Is Gone

Men and women in pornography,
Acting out adultery and whoring,
In an endless loop, on the Internet,
Titillation, pleasuring, outpouring
In high-definition, again and again,
Ultimately empty, sort of boring...

Lunch Philosophy

Sometimes life gets no better
Than a ham and lettuce
Sandwich, appetite whetter,
Its consumption fulfilling
The temporary need of
Gastronomy, god willing...

Oh Yeah?

Saved by a groundswell
Of holiness, just believe,
It beats going to Hell...

Sweetness And Light (Lush, 1990)

I am defenseless, awestruck, hearing,
Rather than what I see with my eyes,
I sense that you are the sweetness and
The light, you are an apple in disguise,
Your music lifts, it makes me happy,
It is all that sweetness will comprise,
I bite the apple you offer, its juice
All harmonious as the melody flies...

My Lovely Lush

Breeze blows away
What I could not
Feel, might not say...

Pink cloud floats
Up in the blue sky,
Breeze blows it where,
I know not why...

London girls, baby
Machines, feel the
Breeze, they maybe
Blow away unseen...

Breeze clears them,
Shoe-gazer clean...

Who And KC Mash-Up

Do a little dance, make a little love,
It's only teenage wasteland, it's
Only what's below and not above,
Put out the fire, put out the light
We get down, get down, get down,
Get down, get down tonight,
Baby! Teenage wasteland, it's
Only that, the kids are all right.

Pink Floyd

What could you possibly know about
The 1970s, seemingly gone too soon,
No internet, no I-phones, pass the doobie
Around the Dark Side Of The Moon...

No Google search, try paging through
Instead, the encyclopaedia, try making
Phone calls based on the number of
Dimes in your pocket for the taking...

The long playing vinyl record laid
Gently, almost religiously on the
33 RPM turntable, and then it played,
The music, cosmic and miraculous,
Transporting, above and over into
An expanding mental cumulonimbus...

You, who never knew the 1970s,
Will have to just read about it,
Maybe catch a glimpse, if you please.

Flight 9525

He, and the rest of those on his plane,
Plunged down, and crashed, and died,
On a scenic mountain, over which,
In happier times, he would glide,
His love of flying eventually overcome
By the gravity of demons inside...

西大寺 裸祭り

Into the temple they crowd,
All loincloths and naked skin,
No women allowed,
Let the writhing begin...

Our Reboot

Terms of separation being agreed upon,
The required paperwork being prepared,
You and I can now, from a distance,
Look back on what we once shared,
And, with our lawyers, offer toasts
In memory of when we cared...  

La Nausee

We live in a gray zone
Which exists in between
What we know and that
Which can't be foreseen...

お彼岸

Water trickles down the face
Of the gravestone, poured by
Us, gathered in this quiet place,
We place the offerings upon
The wet stone, which remembers
Our dear ones who are gone...

  

Ozymandias 2015

Stone monuments to gods
From a distant older age,
Are defaced and destroyed
In a fit of religious rage,
By men too blinded by hate,
And the power they crave,
To stop, the ancient gods
All silent, unable to save
What was meant to last,
But now turns to dust as
Zealots destroy the past...