In Japan
In Japan
The thought of you is unbecoming
Mostly because happy robots
Are cramping my sulk
Even walking around icy Kyoto is depressingly blissful
Everything looks the same
Life is unanimously predictable
I know you are drinking coffee
In a Starbucks light years away
Your hair white like paper
Perhaps it’s the apocalypse
It certainly feels like
The end of the world.













