Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more

Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old

Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly

No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

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

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…

Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them

Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths

A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs

To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops

Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?

Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink

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