In the City of the Living
Love is a big
Lost and Found.
My small flat is
The Lost and Found
Of a cold subway station.
Fragile ‘kokoro’ in the
Empty Autumn means a child
Hides inside the Mountain Man.
Autumn in the Fall
Is like Spring time when it’s warm:
Big, empty words.
My teacher’s speaking
Is only flatulation
From the mouth.
Long autumn night pulling
At me like a long
Stocking that won’t come off.
Elf vacation closes when
The deer come flying on the
Chill north wind.
Homeless beggar disappeared,
Now plies his trade as
A guest of the state.
This full moon
Rings like the Devil’s laugh
Beautifully.
Our wedding fork
Makes love to the spoon
In the spaghetti.
This old chair
Scratches the floor,
My neighbor’s ceiling.