midnight
pampers you
with its
coldness
and soundless
gentleness
as writing
goes on
and on
as ideas hover like
butterflies
on my
hair
sleep is
a deep ocean
deep
and blinded
till
the clock
hands
in the double
moon
on top of
each other
on the study
table of
your room
the rest are waves
of repetitions
spreading out
the whole day
coming and going
and dissipating
frantically
being sits upon
a patch of eternal
grass
empty gazes
watching the hours
fly slowly
like
feathers on
the tainted skies
there is no rush
to a pampered
lifestyle
it is like
going in a strange place
and
smiling at people you
met
whose names you
never know
whose battles are
none of
your business
anyway
as you proceed to walk
and pretend
that nothing offends
you that
you are no longer
affected
that numbness is
the badge that
you carry in
your body
you chance upon
a Japanese resto
rai
rai
ken
sumo
sam
you signal the
waiter clad
in red and black
' bring me a plate of sushi
a cup of green tea and
three slices of
california
maki...
and a dessert named
Both Worlds'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a crisp take on the relaxed liffestyle