(2013)
I wrote this tanka about the month of October.
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
