aiko, geography has got the better of us again
i know you’ve gotta go
and i am to be singing
to the tail of an aeroplane
so i fold these pieces of gold
into animals so i can fashion a chain
that will bridge the gap across these continents
aiko, your fatherless smile has been summoned to other sh-r-s
there is a man over there with a gentleman’s bow
who invites you to take to the floor
pack your travelling case
with your ribbons and lace
for his blood must be furnished with excellent taste
but it might burn a hole into your paper face
oh so you run towards the things you haven’t got
just to say goodbye again
but do you think of me as he unlocks your knees
in the terrace garden?
pretty pictures in the window blinds:
the c-n-l – it looks good with the winter behind,
like it is played on a banjo to a tennessee line
and the reeds are like cowboys in perfect alignment.
does the sky over tokyo know
how a river can flow like the stroke
of a violin bow –
like a hand will run across a milky spine.
oh but you take these trees
and this summer breeze
on this stupid-looking day,
and you can send it all to the japanese
now my love is gone away.
and if you see aiko
let her know
that she dances in my dreams.