There was a rain storm yesterday and across the street
It rained rose petals from the climbers in the garden above.
The wet asphalt was drenched with these pink drops
licking the stern obscurity of letters not still white
S T O P.
I am immersed in a Japan that isn’t.
Google and FB know.
To the side has just appeared an ad for an opera singer
Whose voice “goes down like the smoothest of alcoholic beverages”
Which is not really how I like my opera.
Do they have a singer whose voice:
“scalds like strong, hot coffee first thing in the morning?”
“is as transcendent as a great orgasm?”
“who evokes an abyss of guilt and sadness comparable only to leaving your sobbing child as you walk away from the school?”
If yes, I’ll buy.