Imitations of Bunya no Asayasu

Posted: May 5, 1992 in Poetry
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in a gust of wind the white man
on the autumn grass
lies still with a broken neck.

in the dust of mind the sight crew
on the bottom glass
matters like a token breakfast.

I don’t want
anybody else
when I think about you
I touch myself.
-Sample Courtesy of the Divynls

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