Stripes
She was a tiger pacing behind a bush
Refusing to look eye to eye,
Yet flashing her stripes through the gaps,
Like a nostalgic komorebi that blinds me
From seeing the present
And the future…
Leaving me stuck forever
As a pin ball within an arcade of memories,
Unable to escape its glass cage…
Leaving me stuck forever
As a palm on the window of an abandoned house;
Always observed yet never cleaned,
For a ghost is merely what one does not understand…
She was a tiger pacing behind a bush,
Refusing to look eye to eye,
Yet flashing her stripes through the gaps
Like a whore who twerks out the window
To tempt men
Without tending to them…
I Throw Axes At Moving Targets
I throw axes at moving targets
And attempt to hit them,
Admiring all those who could do it
On horseback,
Blinded…
Axes and targets
I throw axes at moving targets
And attempt to hit them,
Without the realization
That the targets were set in motion
By the very people who are able to hit them…
I attempt to hit them,
Without realizing that they have better axes,
Comfortable clothes,
Horses which slow down when they are ready,
While I am here,
Set to hit targets made by people I have never seen,
With an axe which I never got to try out,
On a horse so wild, they expect me to tame it myself,
All the while being blinded permanently…
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