(2013)
Poem about the increasingly pluralistic American political system.
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
The words are muffled and shifting… The pounding won’t stop, the fraye… I hold onto a thread, a little blu… The tension is mine; it is a pain… Frenzied energy drains from my fin…
A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink