itty-bitty,
teensy-weensy,
teeny-tiny,
itsy-bitsy.
that’s how
my love has been,
always.
itty-bitty,
teensy-weensy,
teeny-tiny,
itsy-bitsy.
itty-bitty,
teensy-weensy,
teeny-tiny,
itsy-bitsy.
that’s how
my love has been,
always.
itty-bitty,
teensy-weensy,
teeny-tiny,
itsy-bitsy.
men in black,
women also.
I’ve seen them a couple of times
since I was a kid,
and some more
till I die.
Winter garden
The moon thinned to a thread
Insects singing
Wrapping dumplings in
Bamboo leaves, with one finger
She tides her hair
What fish feel
Birds feel, I don’t know
The year ending
Year’s end, all
Comers of this
Floating world, swept
First winter rain
Even the monkey
Seems to want a rain coat.
And their feet move
Rhythmically as tender
Feet of cretan girls
Danced once around an
Altar of love crushing
A circle in the soft
Smooth flowering grass
On New Year’s Day
I long to meet my parents
As they were before my birth.
The Lamp Once Out
Cool stars enter
The window frame.
Watch birth and death
The lotus has already
Opened its flower.
Although they are
Only breath, words
Which I command
Are immortal
A sake barrel,
Born without hands, makes merry —
Cherry blossom time.
As evening falls,
From along the moors the autumn wind
Blows chill into the heart;
And the quails raise their plaintive cry
In the deep grass of Fukakusa village.
At night the Universe grows lean, sober-
faced, of intoxication,
The shadow of the half-sphere curtains
down closely against my world, like a
doorless cage, and the stillness chained by
wrinkled darkness strains throughout the Uni-
verse to be free.
Listen, frogs in the pond, (the world is a pond itself)
cry out for the light, for the truth!
The curtains rattle ghostlily along, bloodily biting
my soul, the winds knocking on my cabin door
with their shadowy hands.
At my daughter’s grave, Thirty days
After her death
Windy fall
These are the scarlet flowers
She liked to pick
With my father
I would watch dawn
Over green fields
That pretty girl
Munching and rustling
The wrapped up rice cake.
Pissing in the snow
Outside my door
It makes a very straight hole.
How much
Are you enjoying yourself
Tiger moth ?
In spring rain
A pretty girl
Yawning
smelling like a crazy rose,
are you chewing a gum,
or are you a chewing gum?
once you kiss me,
you’re too sticky,
don’t ever let me;
while you hug me,
you’re so velvety,
and so slippery,
yet so sticky,
like you chewing a gum,
or you a chewing gum.
Once it was in full bloom,
Now it is scattering its petals.
One is here,
One is there.
you look pale,
alone in the dark staggering;
so does my life.
and you’ll be extinguished,
transient but not meaningless;
so do I wish my life would be.
twining around her waist,
making her sigh,
oh,
wanna be her belt.
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