Melbourne City Library

Fuzzy Brain
Foggy Thoughts
One Consequence
Of Many Shots

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Another dying pen
Soon to be replaced
Astronaut Pen
Soon to be spaced

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Typing Travels
Telling Tales
Grand Adventures
By Air and Rail

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There once was a man from Melbourne
Who got hit whilst making a u-turn
His life 'fore his eyes
He quickly 'came wise
And his lesson he certainly did learn

Victoria State Library (Melbourne)

Bad News
Dead Shoes
Tired Feet
Traveler's Blues

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Cozy City
Source of Pride
Almost Perfect
Streets too wide

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Fifty Percent Bigger
In nearly every way
People, cars, apartments
The length of the day
Grown, stretched, expanded
Long and wide and tall
After six months of Asia
I suddenly seem small

Osaka Prefectural Library

I am distressed

My mind's not at rest

Rather focused on trash beside me

I should write a card

I'm finding that hard

With this mountain of trash beside me

It's just an excuse

To avoid self abuse

My problem's the trash that's inside me

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Dash off some postcards

Walk to Osaka Castle

Sit among the trees

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Post card?

Boast hard.

Kyoto Prefectural Library

Philosopher's Walk

Cherry Blossoms in full bloom

Tourists Everywhere

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Black library pen

Wood and glass and openess

Bureaucracy noise

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Worn out and weary

Feet and knees feeling the miles

Nonetheless cheery

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Pic at Nintendo

Ramen, sushi, Kyoto

Next week in Tokyo

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Kimono Crawlers

Always in Pairs

So very common

Nobody stares

Kyotoshiminami Library, Kobe

A Painting Alive
A youthful girl from China
Serving me Sake

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Pushing
Rushing
Racing
Where?

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The section's baseball cheers
All tend to share a theme
They awake a baseball fear
Of supporting the wrong team

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Hungry Hungry Hippo
Skipped food as he go
Now tummy let him know
Time to find some miso

Kobe City Library

Very hairy monster man
Definitely needs a shave
Stupidly he's being drunk
Instead of bein' have

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There once was a man from Kobe
Who walked straight and yelled "make way"
While a neat trick
He gave it up quick
After getting hit by a car on the highway

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With friends e'er drinking
and not often thinking
not a word written since Manila

Crawling on the Ceiling

Smiling moon

Coming into view

As I float

Thinking of you

Geckos scrambling

On ceiling and wall

I am a moron

Given my fall

I sink in my sorrows

A pool full of tears

I’ll swim in the water

And drown in the beers

How could I believe

After all that I know

How could I allow

Love’s ember to glow

Smiling moon

You mock my ache

Yet we both know soon

I’ll repeat my mistake

Beaches

A familiar fat ballpoint brush
Paints paper once more
A last gasp, a final breath
Death knocks at the door

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A beautiful beach
Shellin’ and shuckin’
What’s spoiling the view?
Two dogs fuckin’

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I’d rather write tales
Than be a beached whale
Yet here I sit
Quite a nitwit
As mad as a hatter
‘cause I chose the latter
Opposite a beach bum
I am a sore thumb

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I already miss you
I should’ve kissed you
I know I couldn’t
Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t
Alas, it’s not up to me

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Gel pen?
Hell pen!
Smudgy
and
Sensitive

Bereft of Beauty

Red orb rising
Mists fade from
Mossy green mountains
A painting
A picture
A cinemagraph
As we wind our way
Through the valley
I become numb to beauty
The small invades
My elbow
My eyes
My ass
Beaten Bruised Broken
Awe driven away
with every bump
Are we there yet?

Attention

Flowers have left my Fingers
Dead stems take their place
Dry thorns rake paper
Trying, trying
To make life appear once more
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Fishhooks yank at my eyes
My irises marionettes
Black spots fill my vision
Chaos, chaos
My future is minutes
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My pen might be a traitor
The other book a spy
Who can I trust?
No one, no one
Not even myself
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What whimsy flutters by
Fanciful, farcical, deadly
I have been drawn in too close
Escape, escape
Sever my head or pierce my heart
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Alas it cannot be so easy
For I am made of stouter stuff
My torturer myself
Madness, madness
Another blank page awaits

Dancing

I’ve seen this dance before

I’ve heard its music

Pulsing speakers

Grinding mixers

Shouted orders

Cacophony

Money

Quicksilver saloon

Fast forward friends

I’m not surprised

Just weary

Dancing

On the dancefloor

Dead

Eyes open

A part apart

Observing from within

Aware as I sit

Opposite everything

I’ve seen this dance before