living here for years -
still waiting for the luck
to move elsewhere
retarded -
stamping it in every room
with a piece of his jigsaw
looking for animals
the gods have
fashioned in the sky
a red rose lies crushed
on busy tokyo street
i on my way to work
in the ripples
of the gush i see
engines to clear my mind
not to be left behind
couple build graves
before kicking the bucket
magpie on wire
sends dropping to let me know
her song is for mate
consoled - that
he lives on
in me
late night
she checks others' accounts
to straighten her own
she drops her purse --
coins, notes, lipstick
and a box of condoms
spider - your quiet
speedy footsteps
a ninja's dream
a praying mantis
poses on flower
free model for artists
ants, ants, ants,
a line threads on a string
one runs zigzag across my lens
a swarm drag a dead moth
the queen's agents
deep winter
a field once so green
now white carpet
featuring the cranes
in exquisite warm up dance
outside my shinjuku office
on old sakura tree
with sparse bloom
greets me each morn
like an old woman she stands
her peaceful repose
under the august full moon
revealing his last kiss
putting on my specs
a frightened ant
runs over a lens
at a corner
smoke trails
over a no-smoking sign
walking all over tokyo
art galleries, cafes,
stores and striken by
a young girl sleeping at
roadside with her huge teddy bear
near my apartment
every weekend, sumo wrestlers
gather to talk, their clogs
resound in the neighbourhod
as they come and go