TIRED FEST
(Like Quasimodo in Outer Space)
Lanterns in the trees; things adorned with
Japanese lights and ghost-heads and spirits.
The kimono-clad lady was drinking her tea:
pinkie up, small eyes, creased, and a smile.
I couldn't figure out a thing. Why she smiled,
in fact, was the first question I had. Off behind
her, Sumo wrestlers belched and barked, like
seals and warriors determined to be rude or stupid.
In their over-sized diapers, these fat guys looked
ridiculous, but I couldn't laugh. I felt strange,
in a distant foreign land, out-of-place.
Like Quasimodo, say, in outer space.
(Like Quasimodo in Outer Space)
Lanterns in the trees; things adorned with
Japanese lights and ghost-heads and spirits.
The kimono-clad lady was drinking her tea:
pinkie up, small eyes, creased, and a smile.
I couldn't figure out a thing. Why she smiled,
in fact, was the first question I had. Off behind
her, Sumo wrestlers belched and barked, like
seals and warriors determined to be rude or stupid.
In their over-sized diapers, these fat guys looked
ridiculous, but I couldn't laugh. I felt strange,
in a distant foreign land, out-of-place.
Like Quasimodo, say, in outer space.
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