Wednesday, August 13, 2008

And now for the poetry of the jet-lagged

And for you? Some more thoughts on Japan. In haiku form.

Standing on a train
Filled with many short people,
I am a blond bitch.

What's that you say? I can't hear.
My ears are melting.

There are koi in there--
Koi the size of Volkswagens.
Watch your little toes.

No hunger exists
Like the foreigner's hunger,
Huge and uninformed.

At the temple we
Offer coins, dip our hands and
Heads in sweaty prayer.

Hot green tea, soy sauce,
Sticky rice and fresh tuna...
Thursday in Japan.

Bladerunner was Dark.
This place is thriving gardens,
Hidden shrines to Light.

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