wake up, change
short roads
caught unaware the cold
deceptive skies outside
morning's window
cigarette, coffee
not allowed inside till five
step outside and whistle
air crisp such does to feel alive
station shopping
a basement of two levels
eleven other floors, people revel
endless consumerist pleasure
myself wandering
days spent getting lost
hours searching where to eat
scouring shops for less cost
train ride
rows of three, sit side by side
I take the seat at the aisle
rest my coat, smoke alight
departing Kyoto
Shinkansen train speed swift
stranger, I lean to tell her
of my journey this far and my disbelief
language barrier
makes me say what's unknown
to all but my inner conscience
until tears become my tone
so alone
and traveling further away
from home to try and grow
new wings for aging days
lacking preparation
I hope only to gain answers
and so much rains upon my resting
washing a haze of every plan
wishing persistently
for getting back to you
because already I have to tell
of why I don't want to do
this anymore
ignoring our feelings- dormant
in our hearts to say
makes slaves of our undercurrent prayers
prisoner lovers
we won't abdicate disinterest's jail
still wail in the cold of the night
and so for actions intentions fail
disappear eventually
as this train as thought into the distance
separating my dreams from real instance
in Hiroshima I awake
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
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