I was so alone
I cried into
the empty phone.
Saturday, September 12, 2015.
Bad Haiku 5
Love is when
Blue sky visits,
After the heavy rain.
When your life
is in a pit, the only way
out is by digging.
Husband and wife
Drowning together in a sack
On the Tiber.
The sinking ship,
And grown children leave home.
Saturday, August 1, 2015.
Not something in between
I look back.
Not to see where I’m coming from,
Nor to know where I’m going.
Neither to relive it nor to worship it.
I look back to know the Truth is real,
To know your body was really you,
Your hazel eyes, your brunette hair,
Your voice, your hands, your green blouse.
Our time, our sighs, our hungry kiss,
Were really, really real.
Neither dew, nor whim, nor figment,
Not something in between.
Neither dawn, nor dusk, nor ripple, nor echo,
Nor current, nor amplitude of grief.
I was real because you were real.
Truth is real and love is true
And you are both.
Wednesday, July 29, 2015.
The lonely lamp
There’s nothing as lonely
As a window in a dark house
On a dark night
Illuminated by a single lamp.
Sunday, July 19, 2015.
There’s nothing wrong with me
I’m okay, there’s nothing wrong with me.
I am as ambitious as the mountain peaks,
And as steady as the grassy plains.
My imagination is as productive as the verdant green woods,
And I am as flexible as the ocean waters.
I am as quiet as a field of full-grown wheat,
And as reliable as monks singing their hours.
I am as quiet as a stalactite,
And as good-looking as a bear cub.
There’s nothing wrong with me.
Thursday, July 9, 2015.
Girl in a Summer Dress
Girl in a white summer dress and sky blue cardigan
Walking on a rainy morning,
Pony tail bobbing.
I follow her just to catch her trail
Of soap and shampoo mixed with her cigarette.
It’s the fading scent of passing female,
The taste of her love-making.
Saturday, May 16, 2015.
What is a man without secrets?
The holiness of privacy
Makes imagination our last sanctuary.
Monday, April 27, 2015.
I know this moon
Is the same you see every night.
But if I can’t share it with you
Then I’ll have it torn from heaven.
It’s not selfishness, but love.
Knowing you are free
To admire the same sky
Is an insult to reality,
And this is what’s real:
My love is real.
That’s why it hurts so
And why it will never heal.
Lacking due acknowledgement,
The privilege of regarding
the same night sky
is an unacceptable contradiction.
Eternal darkness will bear witness
To my sincerity
And my love.
Friday, April 17, 2015.
Pineapples are to plants
What dinosaurs are to animals.
When I think of pineapples
I think of the sweet, juicy meat
of the Stegosaurus.
I am a permanent foreign resident in Japan. I have no plan. I don't know what I'm doing.
12 月 2017