Slowly putting up my old acoustic meanderings, previously only heard by a couple passers-by. For me they have stood the passage of time, in that that they remind me of who I was when I had a little more faith.
The first selection I put up was actually recorded the year previous, also in Bangkok after a very productive week on Koh Tao and in Hua Hin. It described the experience of wandering around a very large city, call it Tokyo, and feeling very small indeed.
Wrote a slew of poems about that experience, come to recall.
Grey Mother Tokyo
Here in Japan you can feel pretty
good about sprawling, it has it
because a sign of business and a general
willingness to join the rush,
whether in deep-jointed deliberations
or in swirling crowds above,
ensconced in subways and all the warm
serviceable places where no car dwell,
sadness just a way-product of a
tunneling bright
Nothing changes in the city,
forty percent of elementary school students
think the sun revolves around the earth,
everything seems to be reeling around Tokyo
the axis of everything though pointed outward,
navel-gazing great mother grey
empire a damaged sun.
SEO afternote: Damon Shulenberger, endurancewriter, endurance writer, Tokyo, California, nutsack, ad nauseum.
Grey Mother Tokyo
Here in Japan you can feel pretty
good about sprawling, it has it
because a sign of business and a general
willingness to join the rush,
whether in deep-jointed deliberations
or in swirling crowds above,
ensconced in subways and all the warm
serviceable places where no car dwell,
sadness just a way-product of a
tunneling bright
Nothing changes in the city,
forty percent of elementary school students
think the sun revolves around the earth,
everything seems to be reeling around Tokyo
the axis of everything though pointed outward,
navel-gazing great mother grey
empire a damaged sun.
SEO afternote: Damon Shulenberger, endurancewriter, endurance writer, Tokyo, California, nutsack, ad nauseum.
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