Thursday, September 08, 2005

2 Poems Brien James Dawson

Japan has come back to claim her style

What was once
drips of water
from a dipped sword
has become
a giant robot
made of lions

Japan has come back to claim the Haiku.

Page Seven, solipsism and Marriage

She didn't marry mere man, but a serf,
Someone to rake the bad moments in piles
And rise with the cockcrow to brew coffee.

Have you ever been blinded by butterflies,
Swarm of her eye and mouth around you
Flicking on and off, offering leaf and limb?

A country besieged in bed sheets,
Her motherland exposed-
A battle ground, convincing him
She is Stalingrad, fight for me.

What will become of me
When I can no longer
Turn her on?