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.