(2013)
Poem about the increasingly pluralistic American political system.
A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…