In Mexico I found a copy of Steve Sanfield’s A New Way and I really like his poetry. I know he does haiku and it reflects in the writings of this collection. Reflections on his life, that have brevity, clarity and insight. These were just some unedited poems of my own inspired by his from a day last month.
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Another window outside and another seat.
Sitting again and watching
always ready to start.
No gun to tell me so.
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The whisky had me beaten Tuesday.
Thursday all I’m waiting for’s the weekend.
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Tomatoes – 40 yen cheaper.
A hyaku head of cabbage.
Three cucumbers half price and
the cheapest carton of milk.
Savings done I grab a bottle of Maker’s
and leave.
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It’s breaking down around me
or I’m destroying it.
I’m talking about the house
but you know I mean everything.
Everything is breaking down
now and eventually.
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With no distractions
Facebook or BBC updates
I find myself writing. For now
the fantasy’s still beating reality.
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An old Korean man told me not to worry.
Women are like buses-
another one will eventually come.
I wasn’t worried about that.
I was worried that women
were like bus crashes.
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I look at all the Japanese and
how strange they dress.
On the platform
they are all looking at me.
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AJG