country will moisten

face stuffed full of lotion tissues &

sick of exhaling, tired & emotionless,

tokyo is pointless today, we descend

by escalator &, having descended,

descend again. less likely to get lost

if you can read the signs.

entire nation asleep on the local, those

who stay awake will inherit, terms &

conditions to be agreed later. forget that

i’m 50, ’cause you just got paid.

rolling into ebisu, coughing on the empty

platform. country will moisten, scrawled

under a picture of a parrot. she started

shaking to that fine, fine music.

life goes on. if it helps, think of me as

your father, & i was like, dad? what the

fuck? names of trees, all this adopted

flora. strictly managed, of course. curated

if you squint at it. birds squabble in

dreams / train will arrive soon.

don’t die for a while.

keep my fingernails clean.