That beggar -
One leg long, one leg a stump,
What’s on his mind?
Her Highness the Queen
Is ********
In a toilet at Buckingham Palace
Summer night -
There’s joy also
In aircon and loneliness
My teeth, I smoke
Are they white?
Color of tea leaves
The old man
Sweeping the streets
Bent like the letter r
He cried once,
The boy, car screeching,
Then silence
My blue suit
Splattered with the droppings
Of a city pigeon
Hanging down
My *****
Like rice bags
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 8:38 PM UTC
That beggar -
One leg long, one leg a stump,
What’s on his mind?
Her Highness the Queen
Is ********
In a toilet at Buckingham Palace
Summer night -
There’s joy also
In aircon and loneliness
My teeth, I smoke
Are they white?
Color of tea leaves
The old man
Sweeping the streets
Bent like the letter r
He cried once,
The boy, car screeching,
Then silence
My blue suit
Splattered with the droppings
Of a city pigeon
Hanging down
My *****
Like rice bags
My tribute to Buson