Dilantha Gunawardana


Drinking (Nomu) - Poem by Dilantha Gunawardana

In the Japanese way of life
One sits on tatami mats with bent knees
Feet and buttocks aligned, one over the other
Sinking in sumo-size mugs of Sake
Until the eye lids set and everything looks oriental and slender
When even a piece of sushi seems
Like a noodle scooped by the lips
And you look through salty fogs on your eyes
When everyone appears like a Geisha
Or a Noh actress, or a Manga cartoon character
And when you finally find a capsule hotel
And receive a yukata and slippers
You appreciate that your world is still spinning
And no amount of Zen will heal your head
As it turns around in spells of vertigo
And when you wake up a few hours later
Inside a lonely compartment, tormented by a buzzing hangover
You realize that if the night was Yokozuna
The morning is Godzilla.

Topic(s) of this poem: drinking


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Drinking in Japan

Comments about Drinking (Nomu) by Dilantha Gunawardana

  • Jayatissa K. Liyanage (11/25/2015 9:51:00 AM)


    Through this poem I see a somewhat different poet than usual DG. If this experience was in SL terms, perhaps more of us could have understood as to what exactly happened. Still, it's poetic touch looks globally valid. Enjoyed not only reading, visualizing too. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 24, 2015



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