RETURN TO JAPAN:
Take the M25 clockwise, turn right at Heathrow,
drink coffee, eat something sweet to counteract
the bitter taste, drink water to neutralise the
sweetness, shop for throat lozenges, mints, AA
batteries, buy a magazine, Jump through the sky
hole, sleep if you can, drink water, get up, walk
around, watch a film that’s saccharine & over egged,
suspend your disbelief & love it anyway, watch it
get dark, watch it get light, feel cooked on the
inside & lightly fried, touchdown, step out into
humid heat, a familiar aroma unlike anywhere else
& a colour pallet to match, see shapes dance in
your head to a calligraphic rhythm unfettered by
your understanding, let the figures dance, cartoon
characters everywhere & gentle images, clean & with
a pride that gets under your skin until you believe
it could be like this back home as you drive in
air conditioned chill, the sweat running cold down
your back, watching rice fields slip past on the
other side of the glass, believing it’s just as
cold out there until you pull into a service station
on request & fry, window shopping amazed at what’s
on sale, you buy stuff to show friends at home
because you know they wont believe what they can’t
touch, fall asleep, your head rolling on crisp white
lace dreaming dreams of cellphones of the future you
wake to discover they are real & all around us as we
climb through mountain forests, wild monkey signs line
the road & eventually arrive & step out into clean
cool air, feeling human again, grinning to discover
yourself returned again to your favourite festival
in the world.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
Here again so soon. The heat and aroma I understand completely, nobody else seems to get it, especially the unique smell of the underground.
So much going on in your head,it’s like a damn circus up there!