This is a poem in response to a writing prompt on coachcreativespace.com. "Write about the place you most want to go-for a visit or to live. It must be a place you've never been before." I've always wanted to go to Japan, but never made it. This is
dripping with strange characters
I hear people talk
in a language
that cuts you open
examines you
and sews you up again.
The markets export Kobe beef
Japanese Black cattle drink Kobe Harbor Beer
and get weekly massages
While women sell their bodies
at the rotating sushi touch club
and in the fake train and classroom
Tokyo's fetish clubs.
Xenophobia runs rampant in Japan
fear of foreigners faster than a bullet train
Am I the only one that understands?
In order to love myself so much
I must hate everyone else
Mt. Fuji in the background
Of this and every painting
I can see the snow from here.
Samurai occupy national museums
swords collecting dust.
July 6, 2007
© 2007 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Pink
Under a thousand neon signsdripping with strange characters
I hear people talk
in a language
that cuts you open
examines you
and sews you up again.
The markets export Kobe beef
Japanese Black cattle drink Kobe Harbor Beer
and get weekly massages
While women sell their bodies
at the rotating sushi touch club
and in the fake train and classroom
Tokyo's fetish clubs.
Xenophobia runs rampant in Japan
fear of foreigners faster than a bullet train
Am I the only one that understands?
In order to love myself so much
I must hate everyone else
Mt. Fuji in the background
Of this and every painting
I can see the snow from here.
Samurai occupy national museums
swords collecting dust.
July 6, 2007
© 2007 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
Read 1123 times
Written on 2007-07-07 at 08:18
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