(2013)
#Lost #LostHour #Moon #PhaseSudden #Tanka #Waking
Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
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 soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there