sound of slamming door
from the instant messenger 
lets me know she's gone.

the elevator--
a lingering perfume smell:
seeing the new moon

Under a thin moon
unworthy of forgiveness
for my guilty heart

My athiest lips,
multicultural kisses,
and relative lusts

harakiri ya		[ah, suicide
kono ningenku		this human suffering
fukujôshi		death during sex]

Like a summer storm
of her curly brown tresses
two weekends in May

Showers pass quickly
in short hours, storms roll by
but monsoons return

Lightning bugs flitter
the smell of grass and her hair
bat in the darkness

me, just lying there
in Cassiopeia's arms:
it's better than life

cicada casing
on the bough of a willow--
sunset by the lake

Tadpoles dart along
in the still, shallow creek bed
kaeri-toki [as I return home]

by your single kiss
stretching the whole summer long
I am kept alive

the little trinkets
littering my desk make me
natsukashî [nostalgic/wistful]

My two star ceiling--
a mobile slowly turning
in the summer breeze

yo no naka wa  		[Life in this world
totemo samusara  	is very samsara {a mixture of suffering and beauty}
demo, î   		but good]

Seeing the small frog
lets me know time passes
as does life itself

all these meals alone--
you would think that I might learn
chew your food slowly

At the Pizza House
"Are you alone?" she asks.
"Well, you shouldn't be."

the Saturday crowd--
all Waffle House regulars,
all except for me

grass from oil made slick
a sweltering parking lot
not my car, I hope

Footfalls above me
remind me of lusty spring
and dull summer ache

two ketchups kissing
young college kids pay their bill
last WaHo midnight

The sky full of clouds
but not a single drop falls.
A sorrowful boy

sora ni tsuki   		[in the sky, the moon
kumo you miseru 		looking like a cloud
sâmâ-shi   		Summerville]