once caught your glassy eyes
Staring without seeing through the
Broken blue stained-glass window
Your red-hot face,
Deep in grotesque concentration,
Like a mask out of Picasso's
Bony fingers tapping
Cold surface of the black Oak
Louis XV side table. A Walkman
In hand and microscopic earphones
the heavy metal music
In your ears. Silence is trapped in
Golden moment of mournful interlude
Your slight jaw and
Is a picture of the world coming to a sluggish end?
You found your tender lips kissing the
balmy air, dreaming of the sweet unassuming
Kisses of an erstwhile lover that gone mad
A love-struck Romeo!
day is over and your psyche finally
Succumbed to the distressing,
Pointless exercise in your gloomy midst
reach for that one
Last pill in the pocket and all the troubles
Were swept into the dark void calming
nerves in quiet slumber of vibrant
A Fool's Prayer
Speak to me in language of long ago
Whisper ancient words softly in my
Make me your lover in the fleeting rain
And your bosom friend in the midst of violent waves
Let us make a
solemn vow under the golden sun
That the scars of the future and the promise of yesteryears
Be buried and forgotten
in the present moment
Let us taste the sweetness of scarred glory
And dig our own grave in joyous melancholy
there be Peace in our sanctuary.
His monstrous presence can be felt-
A modern-day Colossus;
eyes, rusty breath, iron hands.
In the vast wasteland of human tragedy
He scaled the dark brassy steps and
the narrow slopes with his
tin soled shoes.
He passed beneath the River of Death,
like a phantom armed with
unflinching soldered heart.
On a cold night, I saw-
Doomed faces, crammed in a boxcar
a one-way ticket to hell!
Their black eyes stared in circles
Whispering unintelligible archaic voices that
the brutality of their tormentor
I stood alone at the crossroads
In the dark.
Bill Mitsuru T. Shimizu
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