Poems

A man on the bench

There's a man on the bench
light breeze of May clearing away the man's thoughts
crashed aluminum can reflecting sunlight
the man notices it
and realizes that it won't belong here
it's been crashed by the car tire it lies
where the cars not permitted to enter
it's been brought or thrown in
he imagines
of a boy gracefully throwing
it
of a boy who he can't see
he sees
the man's on the bench

of a mind of the boy of a mind of the man,
exists a motive
and it captures the man
a place where the boy sees
a place where the man sees
thin aluminum cuts'em up
and pieces of space
lies before him
from the mind of the boy of the mind of the man,
the man accepts of the time and space
belonging to
it

the man began to stand
light breeze of May caresses him
the crushed can remains tightly sit
and it's hardening its own wrinkles
the man admits of a power applied to crush this can
a tire captures it, runs over it, and crushed it
the man attempts to measure
the vector of the very moment
by analyzing the wrinkles
yet it's not possible to achieve

then the man recognizes
of the power that being applied to himself
but then when and where did it originated?
root of the power can never be reached
nevertheless, it exists
as a result of being
spat out from a mother
there,
the man stood


A SPIN AROUND TOWN ON MY BICYCLE

Sixty peanuts are on table in the living room -- a number equal to my ageIt took me seven minutes to eat them, one by oneI've already drunk my water; I think I'll take a spin around town on my bicycle A young mother, her long hair wavering in the wind as she rides her red bicycle beneath the underpass below Yoyogi-Uehara Station, has her child in the basket up front Junior high girls are coming home from schoolThough their uniforms match perfectly with the kanji for "junior high girls" (_jyoshi-chuugakusei_), their glances are so severe Yesterday I went to the Museum of Science to see the sliced human body Kurokawa-_kun_ told me about A crowd gathered in front of the display, dense and unmovingWe all thought: _Though these may be solidified in plastic, they're real_ As I am about to turn into an alley from the shopping arcade, I see a man I loaned 3,000 yen to twenty years agoI don't like it that he is with a womanHe may or may not notice me with my grey hair(I think later: Why did I have to imagine that old woman's genitals?It was a long time ago that he took a third of my pay) It's normal that houses have their doors shutI don't want to be reduced to philophisizing about life after seeing somebody receding back into his home after taking a step or two outsideI like the sound of my bicycle's pedal creakingI think I'll record it and embed it in a HyperCard stackI'll transform the sound along with an image of myself into zeros and ones and maybe I'll be refreshened as I surrender to the flow of electrons Early this morning in bed I was awakened by Mari grabbing my handShe'd been gripped with fear and shaken from her dreams; that was when she grabbed my hand_I'm like a handrail_, I thoughtBy morning, I was used to being Mari's handrail_This is good_Light shined in as I fell asleep

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