Southern SummersMaybe the God we don't believe insees the damage in my head;I've only written one namein all the placeswhere fifty others should've been.As Ben Folds hammers onI articulateall fifty statesdrawing a modified mapthat puts you in arm's reach.
revelationsthis town allows meto write a book of revelationsnot wanting to seemlike that awkward in-betweenthe saccharine of "clover still grows between train tracks like an oasis to the wandering"I will punctuate with "the separation from what threatens to overwhelm is as thin as the steel before the highway"but in a moment of epiphanywhen I am truly awedI'll struggle to write "huh"as I slide over the railingwith clover in my hair
firesidecardboard shoes give me walking bluesbut in this dance I am revellingwhat I wouldn't give to be one of thosewho can distance themselvesso I could marvelat firelight on sunburnt skinand the sand's abrasionof a concrete heartwhat I wouldn't give to understand you and me.
the chaseOh moon: would you outlast me?I am your equal and opposite, forever burningand signaling with my presencethat all things must start anew.You, content to sit with your stars.Those bright reminders of frail existanceand inspiration of artists pastsurround you in your darkness.And we, who see each other but briefly!The passage of my life seems lonelyas I watch your stellar transitsurrounded by dreams.Speak to me.
rebuttal"strangely, these wounds are transitory"is what illustrious experts would say on the subjectpreaching the lifeless ponderings of computer chair refugeesmy sodden hair clinging to the soft curve of my neck where you used to hold mebeing shin-deep in the river and begging for rainwhether i crawl into myself or crawl into the bottlethere is no difference: i can drown myself in either
Tokyo LightsThe airport is crowded. There are far more people in here than the building was designed for; that much is evident from the way people are sitting on windowsills and garbage cans. Still, there is an incredible kind of order to this chaos. The lines progress calmly and with relative ease, and soon Im standing outside. A quick (and quiet) taxi ride begins.Its amazing how the city sort of creeps up on you. Beginning with the single story homes and businesses near the airport, Japans capital slowly unfurls the closer you get to the center. Im starting blissfully at the middle of downtown Tokyo.I finally did it. Im here. A long-awaited trip begins.I bought a second wallet figuring it would be easier to keep my important information and spending money separate, partly so I could feel more at home. I turn to the driver and gesture sadly to my wallet, tilting my head to imply a question. He smiles, the same polite smile he gave me when I entered his car.