time sprints

MY HEART RUNS LIKE A MOUSE INSIDE MY THROAT

SKITTISH SPRINTS ALONG THE LENGTH OF THE AISLE

WHAT MY LEGS CANNOT DO, WHAT MY HEART GLOATS

THOSE ARE cherry blossom TWIGS, SNAP

YO NAGAYA

MITSUE MARKET LIGHTS HURT MY EYES SO

I FUMBLE, I FEEL FOR FRUIT

(Okaasan’s anmitsu soup)

I WONDER IS THIS WHAT I WANT?

DO IT. SON’S TOO BUSY TO CARE

HE WON’T NOTICE YOU’RE THERE

BUT NOBODY’S LOOKING JUST WAIT

(YOU’RE STEALING A FRUIT YOU POOR SOUL)

FOR THE RIGHT PERSON TO SHOUT OUT YOUR FATE

AND FOR THAT ITS TWO YEARS LOCKED Up WITH PAROLE

WELL NOBODY LOVES ME NO MORE

SO LET ME GO BACK TO THAT STORE

AND TRY TO STEAL SOMETHING THEREFORE

WHILE I CAN BE FOUND

WHILE MY EYES STILL SQUINT AT THE SUN

WHILE MY FINGERS CAN GRASP FOR ITS RAYS

WHILE MY EARS REMEMBER ITS BLAZE

WHILE ITS SETTING I OUTRUN

WHILE I AM STILL AROUND