TOKYO

Futako-tamagawaen Station

Luna above Shibuya “Scramble-Crossing”

Komazawa-koen

in this moment

I feel solace
staring at the
sleepy-eyed moon.

1.1.08 in metaphors

kissing of flutes
with a lack of true intimacy
waking Mika from her last dream of ‘07
a solitary shout of Happy New Year
echoed by text around the States

precious bedtimes stories
as I lay alongside three angels
“they have boobies on their cheeks”
heeeheeeeheeeehaahaaahaaaaaheheeheee
their bursting glee, so contagious
being held in heavenly innocence, such beauties;

“akemashite omedeto” greetings heard downstairs
as eyes awaken to smell the new year
omochi (rice cakes)
nimono (traditional simmered vegetables)
ozoni (broth with those rice cakes)
kanpai (cheers)!
welcoming what is to come with our ancestors

serendipitous synchronicities
your honest inquiry wins two sold-out tickets
even at a discounted price
and on top of that, without a wait!
“this must be so illegal”
but we thank our stranger, amigo,
we greet with guiltless smiles

the oppressive heat is immediate
with visitors rubbing elbows like one of Dali’s parties
attracted mostly by his sur:realistic strokes,
elegantly dancing with my eyes
spellbound destino metamorphosis of narcissus
giraffes on fire eyes that gaze persistence of memory
preserved sketches, notes, and letters

close the night with
Wonder Boys
a film for writers, as we are,
writers who make choices,
consciously and constantly (I hope)

what a way to start my 2008
I wouldn’t have it any other way

tango of strangers & lovers | 12.31.07

http://www.heelpress.com/revisions/show/5544?sift=user

Please click above to read since I have yet to learn how to format a complex poem on this site.

it’s been a while… | 12.30.07

it’s been a while
…a long while…
since such strong interest
…or any interest at all…
quite refreshing, to say the least,
saturated with intimate exchanges
of wordspeakingbeyondsyllables
abrushwithablush
anembracetoremember
akissyetohappen

blindly, unfolding
secrets waiting to be held
under the sun
welcoming the moment
unfamiliar metaphors
whisper dreams in our sleep.

Made with Aloha (dedicated to Tammy) | 12.30.07

Made with Aloha
a gem of fiery soul
grounded, roots of care
reach beyond black seas, blood earth
finding secrets under the sun

fingertips thirst for words | 5.20.07

fingertips thirst for words

waiting for the drop of truth

to seep through thick

apathetic thought

i want to feel lighter

going through the motions | 5.7.07

Going through the motions

with no real intent

yet each movement

feels heavier than hate

sweeter than lies

killing time

into oblivion

a wistful whispering | 3.9.07

a wistful whispering
of your name
like a lullaby
leaves an aroma of love
with a bittersweet-ness of loss

never (a loss)
of love or,
of you

but (a loss)
of a dream
of a home,
with you

* a fleeting sigh *

until m[y(our)] eyes
laugh a love
so pure
so eternal

effortlessly brings me back to

my home within,
where you are.

together. as one. (dedicated to Jason & Jamie) | 8.06

breathe together those fears
and transcend what is not courage

together. as one.

water together those dreams
and grow true flowers
bluebells are everlasting love
irises are wisdom
and baby’s breath is happiness

grow together, always. as one.

welcome together storms of change
and celebrate joyous rains
and painful thunders under endless skies of love

nobody knows where love grows
nor how two lives dream
into a truth.

you create your own meanings. together. as one.

your life is one.
your soul is one.

together for all eternity, as one.