Shin En

37th Floor Shiodome City Center The Japanese Secretaries Stand in unison Upon my arrival All for me You shouldn’t have But thank you 180 degree view of Tokyo 900 square miles 10 Million people All walking in unison To a tune I don’t understand I will never understand I stick out Like blood on a white table cloth Like a fly in a bowl of Miso 208 lbs of flesh Meat and bone MIAMI to Tokyo is 7500 miles 18 hours total flight time Many tens of thousands will be spent I will avoid rice But by the end of the trip I’ll be eating it by the handful The Japanese business men surround me All dressed the same Blue blazer Blue or white shirt Loose tie Round glasses No identity I’m in my Aviators Dragons on my sleeve Brown as from last weekend A 3 day frat party Vodka and Gatorade my libation Judging bikini contests Near the FLORIDA - Bama line Now gazing into the Deep blue waters of Tokyo Bay The curvilinear slopes Of the Rainbow Bridge Remind me of her jaw line The random gracefulness Of the waves Remind me of her gesticulations Warm with desire I plunge into the abyss Hoping I’m buoyant Transfixed on its dark coolness Sliding into the breaks Gasping for air Serves no purpose I’ve grown gills Webbed toes I call this home now My motherland For which I never knew And can never un-know Squatters’ rights do not Exist in Maritime law So slowly I sink With a plastered smile Flag in my hand Searching for a sea floor Which may not exist at all