Thursday, April 25, 2019

Melbourne City Library

Fuzzy Brain
Foggy Thoughts
One Consequence
Of Many Shots


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


Typing Travels
Telling Tales
Grand Adventures
By Air and Rail


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

Monday, April 22, 2019

Victoria State Library (Melbourne)

Bad News
Dead Shoes
Tired Feet
Traveler's Blues


Cozy City
Source of Pride
Almost Perfect
Streets too wide


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

Wednesday, April 17, 2019

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


Dash off some postcards
Walk to Osaka Castle
Sit among the trees


Post card?
Boast hard.

Monday, April 15, 2019

Kyoto Prefectural Library

Philosopher's Walk
Cherry Blossoms in full bloom
Tourists Everywhere


Black library pen
Wood and glass and openess
Bureaucracy noise


Worn out and weary
Feet and knees feeling the miles
Nonetheless cheery


Pic at Nintendo
Ramen, sushi, Kyoto
Next week in Tokyo


Kimono Crawlers
Always in Pairs
So very common
Nobody stares

Saturday, April 13, 2019

Kyotoshiminami Library, Kobe

A Painting Alive
A youthful girl from China
Serving me Sake




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


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

Thursday, April 11, 2019

Kobe City Library

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


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


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

Tuesday, April 9, 2019

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

Sunday, April 7, 2019


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


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


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


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


Gel pen?
Hell pen!

Friday, April 5, 2019

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?

Wednesday, April 3, 2019


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

Monday, April 1, 2019


I’ve seen this dance before
I’ve heard its music
Pulsing speakers
Grinding mixers
Shouted orders
Quicksilver saloon
Fast forward friends
I’m not surprised
Just weary
On the dancefloor
Eyes open
A part apart
Observing from within
Aware as I sit
Opposite everything
I’ve seen this dance before