flight risk
conventionally simple then put out
to pastoral or fake georgics — it’s as much
a lifestyle choice as another snapshot
of your library falling half-read from its shelves,
printed at home on glossy paper
& sent to someone else’s mother. more
brief pauses for empathy when i think
you mean emphasis? either way, you’re a
lost cause & now you save the world
one group at a time & post everything
in public as a rough translation of
being absolutely modern. the victorians
would have loved facebook, the romantics
got their arses banned. or think of dransfield,
waiting for telstra to roll out broadband to
courland penders & sweating on rimbaud
to update his blog.
a false libretto
hooning around ginza (black suit, brown teeth)
as the neon highlights the giant poster
on the side of the mitsukoshi & legions
of scooter kids do the round & round
thing, helmets barely disturbing their hair.
it’s not that we like liquor, we just need it,
i mean at some point, sure, i’m going to
wash the dishes & whatever they’re trying
to sell to me is gonna have to vault
the language barrier / the return of the absurd
has nothing on the seven salarymen trying
to pour their sempai into a yellow taxi. it’s
almost a choreography, just as a couple of
thousand yen will smooth almost any waters.
the trains stop but the city doesn’t, later
we walk underneath the shutoko & talk about
stuff we don’t remember in the morning. not
ginza though, realtors & sub-leasees facing off
at twenty paces, the dawn chorus scored
for rubbish trucks & stimulus package.
