The dream I had last night didn’t find its way into this poem the way I wanted it to (a poem)

I had this dream in mind from last night, but couldn’t find a place for it here… Get there before it’s too late the road is sludge, so it’s a hard, hard slog but each step follows the last step splashing mud everywhere Good thing clean clothes aren’t that important it’s the work, always the [...]

Lunch in Shibuya (a poem)

Remembering an afternoon from 1987 or thereabouts… I never did figure out who that actress was You pointed her out during lunch but I recognized neither the name nor the face I have no memory of it now I may have seen her later on TV If I did, I don’t remember I remember the [...]