Dango

Way of Saving

Tasteless, tasting, fallen far and faithless
saving money and spending time
dreaming of savings far and wide,
bubbles I can sit on that will protect me from
the rough edges of life, if I smile and wave
and convince myself I enjoy something
I may even begin enjoying a little, not thinking
of the money, or time, but of the cute smiling
faces, human and wanting to be accepted
though they are wearing something
alien pink and alien cute, I think I can remember
a time when that kind of style might have
been uplifting, before I got all entwined in school
and american ways.

Being John Ritter

What is it about thirty
suddenly I look like John Ritter
though I point out I`m a little fat

So it is a sort of icing on a twenties mudpie
when I didn`t look like anyone at all

but John Ritter? the daytime re-run king
sharing an apartment with two lovely ladies,
never shacking up

at this exact time I find to my surprise he is one year dead, the careless, carefree`last person you would expect to find dead before his time` ladies man is dead dead

who better to carry on his legacy then
than an english teacher in Japan, a land
where acts with extra servings of cheese never die,
where the Drifters, Coasters, you name it
roll into town for hundred a pop performances in legendary Tokyo auditoriums long after their last Las Vegas revival went belly up

Oh I`ll make a good John Ritter I`m sure
I`m already humming `Come and Knock on my Door`

Christmas cake

Crashing an after-party of
Christmas festive and pressed-suit
english conversation teachers
the old stereotypes hold true

Here a gaggle of slightly overweight
blonde females, voices slightly raw
and dismissive, not mixing

Here, there, mixing and more
an array of predatory, drunk mid-20`s
americans chatting up one, two
hell, make it three or four

japanese students, most female
dressed up and open to the possibility
of a christmas boyfriend
and more