Son of House, you knew only a heap of broken images, where the sun beats. But they sure sounded great coming out of that steel guitar! Not to mention the bottle's severed neck riding on your littlest finger. That afterthought, that fifth wheel. Good for nothing but trouble -When I start to walkin' I'm gonna walk from sun-to-sun, / ain't gonna quit walkin' till my journey's done.
SNOWY NIGHT
-
Here is a winter hokku by Issa, this time needing no major changes:
夜の雪だまって通る人もありyoru no yuki damatte tôru hito mo arinight ‘s snow silently
passing people...
1 week ago

No comments:
Post a Comment