This party has got to end
After I bandage up this kid
I think this party has got to end
Remember me?
I’ve got to bandage up this kid I think
This party has got to end
After I bandage up this kid
Remember me?
I think I remember
If I bandage up this kid I think
This party
I have got to end this party
After I think
Remember me?
I think I remember that
This party has got to end
After I bandage up this kid and
remember me
Tag: poem
Three aromas…
There are three aromas I will always remember:
Girls, smelling of candy
Boys, smelling of sweat
and you, smelling always like freshly baked bread
on our knees
We have all been on our knees
Haven’t we?
We all feel the weight of our belly
our chest
our skull
pushing down on our fragile kneecaps
There’s a reason why we pray this way
My love is like the sun
My love is like the sun
it will hide behind clouds
it will make you blind
it will burn you to ash
My love is like the sun
millions of miles away
its light still shines
and turns your skin a luscious red
My love is like the sun
looking down on this tired world
going down when you need its light
and rising when you need to sleep
My love is like the sun
some day it will implode
and turn into a black hole
that swallows everything
Poem of solitary delight
What a delight it is
When, of a morning,
I get up and go out
To find in full bloom a flower
That yesterday was not there.
Tachibana Akemi (1812-1868)
I waited for the clouds
I waited for the clouds to
carry me away
and wondered why they made so many
unfulfillable promises
until I remembered:
I used to do that too
I watched the forest from the sky
I watched the forest from the sky
It looked like pliant broccoli
and made me think of sex
like everything does
