we find your lack of faith disturbing

the pokemon diaries

saturday, deleted. sunday was a small

boy crying about a bus before the park

made everything ok. head full of steam,

that is, noise, & later haruki wakes you

with a kick in the back, it is 1:18 you talk

to sumie & go downstairs & smoke on your

own for a while & when you come back up

hana is balanced on the edge of the sofa,

sumie asleep & hana is shivering so you

carry her back to bed, it is 2:33 now, hana

too tired to speak but pushes the blanket

away & haruki is snoring & hana can’t go

back to sleep nor you, you read something

about jim carroll on your phone &

wonder about comfort, mumble

close your eyes, baby, it’s almost three

metacruft: here = tokyo | poems, poetics
28/09/2009 @ 03:00 | comments disabled

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