Untitled — Allusion to Her series

April 18, 2008

  • written where: Shinjuku, Tokyo, Japan
  • where exactly: in my apartment
  • written with: whiteboard
  • when: April 02, 2008   

How many men have said you are beautiful?

None, one, or a ton?

How you answer equals our fun.

But no time for your answer now.

See, I have to run.

For nothing is as beautiful as the setting sun.

Untitled rhyming poem

April 18, 2008

  • written where: Shinjuku, Tokyo, Japan
  • where exactly: in my apartment
  • written with: whiteboard?
  • when: approximately January 2008

Cross that line, it is made of brine.

That was another time, a previous pine.

Crossed and out of place in no space,

Bred by beavers from bubble gum & lace.

Crssing a timely ruin still doing,

Another Wednesday spent fooling.

Poem from a Dream series

April 18, 2008

Dream Photo

  • written where: Shinjuku, Tokyo, Japan
  • where exactly: my desk in my apartment
  • written with: pen & notebook
  • when: January 17, 2008

Dreams from the Night,

Fly into my Day.

It was bullets first,

Then alligators,

Forests last, over the fly.

Gauge was there, lightly.

And then . . . .

Zeroes and Ones

November 17, 2006

  • written where: Shinjuku, Tokyo, Japan
  • where exactly: my desk in my apartment
  • written with: pen & notebook
  • when: November 16, 2006 — 2:09am

I saw my dreams die,

in pixels.

Zeroes and ones commanded my fate.

That’s how it was delivered,

this time.

Nothing grandiose.

Just naughts and ones.

Zeroes and ones PUT me on this path.

Gone to one.

Gone to zero, not quite yet.

"Clasped Couples"

November 1, 2006

clasped couples poem

  • written where: Shinjuku, Tokyo, Japan
  • where exactly: the bridge over the train tracks between the Southern Terrace and Tokyu Hands
  • written with: pen & notebook
  • when: Tuesday October 31, 2006 — 10pm

CLASPED COUPLES

Couples clasped together,

They are my enemies . . . .

Train goes under . . . .

Chimney walks by . . . .

They are my enemies.

A long forest is crowded,

But it is that clasped couple,

That is my enemy . . . .

Guardians of a secret, but seen pleasure world,

That I cannot enter.

Those bastards . . . .

Their smooth edges make mine rougher . . . .

My round edges chafe when I look upon them . . . .

Their walls show my Freedom.

A freedom to let flow my anger unabated,

Till it courses in unison with my blood metastasizing through me.

Truth comes only when you don’t hold back . . . .

How can it come while holding the hand of the fairer?

There’s only room for one out the out door . . . .

"Jack says . . . "

October 11, 2006

  • written where: Akasaka-Mitsuke, Tokyo, Japan
  • where exactly: the foot of the Prudential Building
  • written with: pen & notebook
  • when: Wednesday October 11, 2006 — 5:55pm

Jack says we are born to die,

I’m vexed by masses of molecules mixed together reflecting light back to my brain.

Long do I stare at them looking for cracks.

Looking for a way IN.

To find a way OUT.

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