We couldn't say what we meant,
Because we didn't know.

Surely we meant Something,
But Something didn't show.

Something was meant to be powerful!
Something was meant to be good!

Instead we said what we didn't mean.
And neither understood.

I thought I checked the Bisquick.
I eyed it pretty good.
They came out light and fluffy.
Just like good pancakes should.

The children wanted seconds.
The baby ate with glee,
But in my bite I found a worm,
And no one knows but me.

Blood
Red red blood.
What's the matter?
It's not normal.
Where's my book?
Call the doctor!
Blood
Red red blood.
In my pants,
Down my leg,
On the carpet,
In the toilet.
Blood
Red red blood.
Not the baby!
Oh my God!
Lay in bed.
Take it easy.
Lay in bed.
You can't choose.
Lay in bed.
Lay in bed.
Lay in bed.

Where once the rows of corn grew
Now grow rows of fast food joints
Minimum wage factories
were underprivileged kids line up in
rows with no other ability

I used to go to the river
to row my worries away
Now I get up on plane
and set down
before I can change my mind .

The county went bankrupt
They stole billions of the people's money
Now they line up at the
unemployment line
row after row

Section C , row 24
Right behind the concrete column
Waited for this concert
But hey
It's just the way it goes

Day after day
row upon row

To skim the sky
like swifts,
when you move away
from yourself.

Holding a four-leaf clover,
night drapes the moon,
taking a lion's share of light
on its wings.

Your full lips defeat
the kisses of incense. I
will come again to
learn Ars poetica.

The fake blooms. I will
never see the death
of a rose petal, skipping
the barbs.

Once you meet someone like him, there is no going back.
Once you meet someone like him, you don’t want anyone else.
You want the fire that burns in his soul
And the adventure that stirs in his heart.
You want the passion that he has for seeing the world
And the grace he has toward nature…
You want that silly laugh of his
And his calm, brown eyes to look into yours just one more time
And show his love for you
Without even saying it.
Someone like him isn’t someone you can just let out of your grasp
Without a fight.
But I’ve fought, I’ve fought so hard…
And maybe it’s time for me to just force my grasp open and let it go.
Maybe it’s time for me to let someone fight for me.

Fana no iro Fa
uturi ni keri na
itadura ni
waga mi yo ni Furu
nagame sesi ma ni


The colour of this flower
Has already faded away,
While in idle thoughts
My life goes by,
As I watch the long rains fall.