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japonaise
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japonaise
Having forgotten
I do not recall -
Early Onset Alzheimer's.
*
Autumn moon so alone
so am I with this bag of rice -
cranio-cerebral blunt trauma.
*
Silent waters, silent reeds
even the spring cuckoo silent -
like I'm not here.
*
Oh, shining stream,
carrying my paper boats,
please mind the rocks.
*
Bamboo shoots
splitting the moon
Three moons in total.
*
Weep not, distant widow,
the snow flakes are -
Or is that a fox I hear?
*
Lung parenchyma -
the spring cuckoo observes
no abnormalities.
*
On the red bridge -
people scurry in rain
waterbody least worried
*
Jump, ugly fat frog,
It's your day.
*
Quit my window, butterfly,
nothing to see here
not even a reflection.
*
The majestic Fuji-san
in his cloud hat
covering his eyes.
Or is that a fox I hear?
*
Lung parenchyma -
the spring cuckoo observes
no abnormalities.
*
On the red bridge -
people scurry in rain
waterbody least worried
*
Jump, ugly fat frog,
It's your day.
*
Quit my window, butterfly,
nothing to see here
not even a reflection.
*
The majestic Fuji-san
in his cloud hat
covering his eyes.
Stupid slope,
wait, will you?
I'm not in a hurry!
*
Can't address you,
oh cruel fireball above,
deaf to my cries.
*
Sunset above
Sumida -
a million smiles.
*
If my waka failed
to impress you, pretty one,
sorry, I wrote it for myself.
*
Blind man, sweaty, dirty by travel -
three men pounce on him,
offering themselves up
to the famous lightning draw-strike.
The man puts his cane sword back
into its scabbard, slowly, smoothly.
Several bows later,
accepts rice balls, grinning,
from the grateful inn keeper.
But, Ichi-san,
your sword isn't going to wash itself.
*
Lamps floating
on Sumida - pretty,
who receives them
on the other end?
*
Pretty girl waiting
at the red bridge every night,
the lilies aren't going anywhere.
*
I hear the shogun's rifle
blew up in his hands,
took two of his fingers.
The "gun-sama" had to
commit harakiri.
*
Winter -
abandoned boats
filled with snow.
*
The blizzard -
howling,*
Butterflies hovering over
the daisies -
above where I buried the weapon.
*
Climbing Kinokuni -
no ascent,
no descent.
*
This man -
almost fat
dry, bushy hair
in t-shirt and shorts
hands swinging wide
gait like an emperor
brandishing a burning cigarette -
what does he know?
calling everyone.
wait, will you?
I'm not in a hurry!
*
Can't address you,
oh cruel fireball above,
deaf to my cries.
*
Sunset above
Sumida -
a million smiles.
*
If my waka failed
to impress you, pretty one,
sorry, I wrote it for myself.
*
Blind man, sweaty, dirty by travel -
three men pounce on him,
offering themselves up
to the famous lightning draw-strike.
The man puts his cane sword back
into its scabbard, slowly, smoothly.
Several bows later,
accepts rice balls, grinning,
from the grateful inn keeper.
But, Ichi-san,
your sword isn't going to wash itself.
*
Lamps floating
on Sumida - pretty,
who receives them
on the other end?
*
Pretty girl waiting
at the red bridge every night,
the lilies aren't going anywhere.
*
I hear the shogun's rifle
blew up in his hands,
took two of his fingers.
The "gun-sama" had to
commit harakiri.
*
Winter -
abandoned boats
filled with snow.
*
The blizzard -
howling,*
Butterflies hovering over
the daisies -
above where I buried the weapon.
*
Climbing Kinokuni -
no ascent,
no descent.
*
This man -
almost fat
dry, bushy hair
in t-shirt and shorts
hands swinging wide
gait like an emperor
brandishing a burning cigarette -
what does he know?
calling everyone.
