AT THE SHRINE:

Do you work out?
You look fit,
At breakfast,
With a haircut,
Like that angry bloke in Avatar

(K)

AT SHIBUYA:

It’s a Black mask morning,
Waiting for a boy with a stick,
The mother’s hand that guides him,
Her love,
Her face,
Her eyes,
Her memories

(K)

AT PRINTERS STONES:

It’s a beautiful day,
If you want it

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AT ZEBRA:

It’s a moonriver morning,
You’re on the way to Reno,
I’m drifting through Tokyo,
I saw you in a photograph,
It made me laugh and cry out loud,

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AT FAIRY RING:

In the end,
You didn’t have a lot to say,
Though it’s a new day,
And the dance goes on

(K)

AT THE FUTURISTS:

One of you escapes the city,
One of you will not,
On a table,
You leave two paper cups,
No more clues than that to you ever having been here

(K)

AT TOKYO:

The two of you leave the room like ballet dancers,
Moving around each other,
Never touching,
But beautiful,
Caught in the lights of a corridor that leads you away

(K)

HAPPY BOXING PANDA-PANDA:

You’re dressed in Blue,
You cover your faces,
You look after yourself,
Your life is on wheels,
The conversation is over,
You stand up in silence,
He follows you out of the room

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BIG BAG LIKE A BOY:

He’s dressed in Black,
He’s out of shapes,
He covers his faces

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IT’S NOT WHAT YOU THINK:

You say “trainer” two times,
Trainer-two-times,
People arrive with hidden faces,
Wash their hands,
And look around

(K)