(2013)
poem about how sometimes you really just can't force your poems out.
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
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 midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
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…
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
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
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
