Long Wasabi Poems

Kyoko walks alone in the morning tide, 
comforted for a fleeting moment by salty air.
She feels the same sand between her toes 
as when she was a barefoot little girl, in a time
she felt safe,...

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Written: March 2nd, 2024
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Wingbeats on warm whisper wavelength
wasteland, waves of wasabi writhe
with wilting, whimpering, witless wring...

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I imagine myself 
with my head on the table,
looking within you,
breathing you in,
with me conveying all that I want to say,
and get some answers.

We talk.
About the mundane things and the important things
Can we touch on...

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His mind had become a helter-skelter fridge
corners of memories
something like ancient sushi
hung in a delicate savor
those companions of wasabi memorabilia 

In borrowed trousers he would wander
meandering the empty crowd
chewing on amphetamines bubblegum
with all the precision...

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She's a Cyndi Lauper look-alike.
had a ‘one hit wonder’ back in the day;
a tune about some balloons and a bike.

She's not new anymore
but still a ‘hip’ artifact for sure.
Glittered eyebrows, bangles, and beads,
she’s what any...

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So how do you like your sushi
just sashimi on a plate?

or do you prefer it wrapped in nori?
decorated with microgreens and eggs?

And is there wasabi?
that heat to the tongue?
just a dash or a dab?
Does it...

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Have you tasted the delicious torment of oysters
Let your foccacia bread drip with soft green salted olive oil
Do you know the love of Sushi 
and boldly face the wild winds of wasabi

The tellers of the...

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Tussel for power trained her tongue to sharpen
Tact resistant throat bellowed careless scorn
Potential friends' impressions began to darken

Sharpness of wasabi, harsh memories injected
Frontal lobe numbed, chased non existant dawn 
Self image slashed, frayed fragments protected

Overpowering...

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her brown skinned
body laying atop a
table top covered
by a white table
cloth but she is

naked yet dressed
as a buffet with 
delights to eat
placed like plates 
for to be self served

my finger tips imitate
chop sticks to take
the...

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Redundancy, & Consistency; a slow death.
Seeping into the spine, deteriorating the bones.
Curve balls exist for a reason.
The vast roads that wind, different ways.
Paving the path for a scenic route, away from the drudge.
Wasabi for the...

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Madman on the Piano

I am swimming like a horse
in the deep ocean currents.
Little feet trying to paddle
like a madman on the piano.

You spiced our conversations today.
Pepper, lemon, maybe wasabi.
To hot for my mouth I spit...

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I thought by writing this poem
I could ramp up the cognitive demand

I wanted to get down on paper
The time my chopsticks talked to me

They told me there is a towel
On the flag of Belarus

I was...

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Like raw meat, and nothing less than sushi 
It's the taste of fresh and pure unaltered flavor

It's the beginning 
the end to the past and the reason for this future
Sing the blues away and squeeze...

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