if it is not your period
or the coffee brewed
then it must be you making me bitter
i see your friend in Hokkaido
vacationing with her husband
when you couldn't book us a room, you said
yet you made plans to visit Tokyo without me
you dressed like it was cleaning day
to see a free outdoor concert
and wore the same costume
for the Halloween party afterwards
without clear plans or directions
you scoff at my suggestion for a snack
but stop at a night market on the way
without a map for getting back
there's cigarette smoke in the night club
you're bothered by it and then
instead of doing your part to make it smart
find it better to do nothing again
noise i made chasing the cat off the tree
woke you up from your sleep
was more annoying to you
than the cat was to me
your midnight was noon in an e-mail you wrote
with our daughter cold in an unheated furnace
it left you off the hook
instead of getting you by the throat
thinking how lonely i am without friends
at least, unlike you, i'm trying to meet them
i'm stuck with some creeps that deny me
and peers that blow me off
the windy north-westerlies kick up the soil
from rice patties harvested and barren
i'm kicking up dust in my yearning
while the fire inside is churning
my good life to do
has less to do with you
it is not the life i would wish
but you're not putting enough on my dish
my life, like piss on an elevator floor
goes up and goes down with nowhere to roll
unlike rushing waters near the shallow Han
or nooks where still waters run deep
the butterflies scorn me
the pigeons cannot fly into the wind
it makes my life wonderfully windy
i sail on the breeze of my wife
whichever way she blows me
11-3-14
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