Sunday Blues

In the darkness of
Asia
a million
neon hearts glow
for love.

The pink of someones
heart,
lipstick baby
in the
cats eye yellow
moon.

The dancer
stars hold an audience
tonight
because below one thousand
lonely men sing
songs of lost wallets and
wives.

And in the corners
against the tank walls
the octopuses
long to be petted like
dogs......

In the hot spring
down the hill
the turtle boat
feet of old woman
rest at battles end
and the sun is gone
today...blown out
by the blue
mouth of the mountain.

And the dog many
apartments above
and many lives
away,
much closer to the
moon than I,
howls in the
rainbow half light
for its owner
who is somewhere
lost
in the bowels of
the city.

And me
in a cube of light
just suspended in the
nothing of
massive Asian night

just hears......