(2013)
poem about how sometimes you really just can't force your poems out.
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
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!
Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops
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
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
