Two Poems For Kawakami-San

ぼくはちちとらんに惚れます.

A Tanka From A Scrap Of Sonnet

Here I sit.

Those in queue talk movies.

A moment clear.

I’ve not been here in fucking ages!

Fingertip-fixed; floating.

A live reading of “At The Entrance Of The Afternoon” & “A List Of Things I Noticed At The Harbour”.

Storm Eunice.

Shattering the feedback-loop!

I’m trapped at home again.

That’ll be distracting.

In one ear ‘n out the other.

I told her of the stag of memory; of th’earth; of private moments lived; of th’night.

With gracile step, agilic poise, ‘n purity he’d leapt from th’dark off to my right-side.

I see myself still strolling.