(2013)
A tanka written on how friendships can spring up almost anywhere if you give them the chance.
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Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream
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…
A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice