I always come to the
Same dark corner and seat myself so deep
Into the darkness
Scribbling into random pages
Of my memory sentences
I do not really know how to punctuate though
I do break the lines so I can breathe
In the fragments and the air in between
One dark corner and another perhaps half
Hoping some transcendence can bring
All the corners of the earth
Into a room I hope
Will have a window or two
So we can let in a little air,
From the outside.

Fragments

I always come to the
Same dark corner and seat myself so deep
Into the darkness
Scribbling into random pages
Of my memory sentences
I do not really know how to punctuate though
I do break the lines so I can breathe
In the fragments and the air in between
One dark corner and another perhaps half
Hoping some transcendence can bring
All the corners of the earth
Into a room I hope
Will have a window or two
So we can let in a little air,
From the outside.

途切れそう　スカイプで聞く　母の歌

Butterfly Fridays
E.E.K.

Friday evening
No date for the night
Feeling sorry for
My single life
Gonna hit the pool and to see if I can
Cry with my face
Hidden in the water
Following the deep blue line

I'm gonna swim my twenty laps
And work'em tired arms
Flippin' right and left and wonder
Why on every lane on a Friday evening
There's another sweet faced boy
Chasing flipping abs

Summer nights are
Kinda cooling
Still the water
Calls to me
Every muscle feels the rhythm
Of the music in my head
Melted in the water
All along the deep blue line

I'm gonna do my crawl and breast
And maybe butterfly
Flip on every lap and wonder
How I would describe the heat under my skin
If the summer heat is killing -
This is even hotter.

Friday evening
Is just the night
For a date with
some random guy.

I'm gonna swim my twenty laps
And work'em tired arms
Flippin' right and left and wonder
Why on every lane on a Friday evening
There's another smiling boy
Ready for his lap

I don't know if I am swimming my laps
Or my laps are swimming me
But does it matter?

(preliminary recording of tune available on request)