Corner bar, could be almost anywhere, A hunter, denied the natural chance To chase, and kill, and provide meat, Hunts for money he put in his pants… copyright J.P.N. | Poetry, Etc., From Kanagawa, South of Tokyo, Japan www.carllafong.blogspot.jp

There is what you know, And what you don’t know, Then there is what you do Not know you don’t know… Try as you might to learn, The unknown may confuse What you strive to discern… copyright J.P.N. | Poetry, Etc., From Kanagawa, South of Tokyo, Japan www.carllafong.blogspot.jp

Somewhere out in the desert Where dead end trails lead Dreambirds dance on rocks Toad eats a centipede copyright J.P.N. | Poetry, Etc., From Kanagawa, South of Tokyo, Japan www.carllafong.blogspot.jp

Calling on old memories, sometimes They come, sometimes they don’t, In certain special cases, They simply won’t, The images they carried, From all the unremarkable Days, remain buried… copyright J.P.N. | Poetry, Etc., From Kanagawa, South of Tokyo, Japan www.carllafong.blogspot.jp

Windowed boxes of wood and brick, Islands in oceans of short green grass, Populated anonymously, with cars Changing as the decades pass, Silent, orderly, subdivided, subdued, Tree-lined dream of the middle class… copyright J.P.N. | Poetry, Etc., From Kanagawa, South of Tokyo, Japan www.carllafong.blogspot.jp

The bark is rough against my face My arms, too short, to wrap around The girth of the god of this forest place, Me, a few decades’-worth of meat And fat, the tree has seen hundreds Of seasons, through cold and heat, Twisted by winds, it has grown Into a giant, and I, embrace its […]

Staring at the coffee-table-book, Tired, wrinkled magazines, I sigh, and take another look, At the plastic clock on the wall, Of this waiting place, the Clock hardly moves at all… copyright J.P.N. | Poetry, Etc., From Kanagawa, South of Tokyo, Japan www.carllafong.blogspot.jp

Purposeful Japanese people walking, Perfectionists in navy, black, and gray, Each carrying the weight of their Ancient tribe, in a Japanese way. Diligent Japanese people talking, In controlled and quiet tones, All crowded on verdant islands, Home to gods and ancestors’ bones. Quiet Japanese people stalking, In moments short and rare, Happiness, hidden somewhere deep […]

Important senior officials From Washington D.C., Fly thousands of miles, To drink green tea, Review important files, And make proposals using Their negotiating wiles, With Japanese senior officials Who say “No” with smiles… copyright J.P.N. | Poetry, Etc., From Kanagawa, South of Tokyo, Japan www.carllafong.blogspot.jp

That theoretical moment when Irresistible meets immovable, What is supposed to happen then? Nuclear fusion, or back it all up, Contrive the collision again… copyright J.P.N. | Poetry, Etc., From Kanagawa, South of Tokyo, Japan www.carllafong.blogspot.jp