Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Transition

In the morning train
Plain Jane sleepy Japan
Sat across from me
In her funeral suit
And painted herself
Into the office hotpot
By the time we reached Osaka
A complete erasal
Of all she was
Posted by Tedankhamen at 7:24 PM

1 comment:

  1. John BuchananJune 11, 2016 at 2:47 AM

    I don't often comment, but this poem is excellent, thanks for sharing it.

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