
My running mouth seems
To provide me enough rope
To hang myself with.
Blast from the Past:
Growing within me,
Struggling to become heard,
This feeling I have yearns
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My running mouth seems
To provide me enough rope
To hang myself with.
Blast from the Past:
Growing within me,
Struggling to become heard,
This feeling I have yearns

Why do I get my
Big moments of clarity
As I drift to sleep?
Blast from the Past:
Once I gained insight
Satisfied I went to bed
And quickly lost it.

Chosen one of pain
Hurled myself into these souls
Tastes better than good
Blast from the Past:
Pregnant without child
Contractual pain of birth
Without the waters

The dogs
From across the street
Bark at
Whatever is going on
Out there
My poem for today is a gogyohka.
Blast from the Past:
He stood observing
Never taking a risk as
His moments passed by

A transcendent trick
Forget your oppressive life
Monotonizing
Blast from the Past:
I sit back and watch
The colony work: Calming
Insignificance

I sit on the bed
Tired, my eyes hurt, my head spins.
It is when I stop
I feel all the exhaustion
Now all built up within me
Today, I wrote a waka instead of my usual haiku.
Blast from the Past:
In the search for wonder
There are no endings
Only beginnings,
Eternal exhaustion

Within the darkness
The silence of unbeing
Beckons me to dance
Blast from the Past:
The dance of life sprouts
Off the very skeleton
Of death and decay

I plummed myself and
Lost the plum. The grand effort
Of futility
Blast from the Past:
Peering into you
At the window of your soul
I see nothingness

Wherever you are,
Which corner of this vast world,
You are who you are
Blast from the Past:
Racing down the street,
The New Yorker’s busyness
Consumes his self-worth.

Stroll about the end
Nothing searched for can be found
Hush of stagnant skies
Blast from the Past:
The end of the world
Is the moment when there’s no
New stories to tell