Karri nil (They are young – they are free – they are all beautiful to me)

(To Peter and Peter’s Bag)

The young sun is stealing the sky blind
But somehow I manage to find
The old lonesome poets’ moon
In the Shinagawa skyline
Still glowing in the afternoon
Under blue-eye blink of atmosphere:

And below it?
Yeah, below it, I see our campus glitter with youth and emotion
With the sheen of suntan lotion:
Wow, I feel, summer is finally fucking here!
And the students see it! – yes they do…
Like tan lines in mind,
With books burning holes in their bags:
Both of which are carrying nil,
No, nothing at all.
Even the limpest of pages
Limp with humidity
Catch
Fire
Here.

6/30/11 Around Yokohama, on Yokosuka Line, Green Car, 8% STRONG CHU-HI