Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Chinese Sounding Music

aint got a gun, aint got a gun, aint got a gun

there are lights blasting the cold pacific air,
wind comes off of the sea in all directions;
the lights read down:
cannot read.

tokyo is large, too big to fathom,
i can hear everything from the different sides of the earth,
i hear chinese sounding music,
complaints in europe,
american confidence, often misplaced.

like myself, i cannot understand what i see,
but i didn't need to be in the chinese sounding music's
realm to know that.

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