Zero
Posted: June 21st, 2009, 6:38 am
Japanese Zero full of bullet holes
almost out of fuel the rising sun
the world had entered its own zero
through a railroad vanishing point
the atom had split the scene
baseballs would fall like rain
or like a rain of frogs
the expression that it rained
cats and dogs would lose its quaint
sentiment flying saucers would be soon
seen to come from places missing
in the human psyche coyote's would call
through the purple dusk of centuries
great upheavals have always happened
when the maximum amount of novelty
shows its three legged chicken sky falling
the Jap pilot checks the cracked fuel gauge
he is losing a lot of blood and altitude too
he is coming down from a dog fight of visions
down from the drug that they gave him to stay
up
he
refused
to be a Kamikaze he was suppose to dive his plane
into a aircraft carrier after he bowed to the Emperor
time is standing still now so many things flooding
in on his thoughts somewhere they are in the ninth
inning and the bases are loaded and the peach
blossoms are about to turn the landscape peach color
the days go by like petals of peach blossoms and
neon signs are doing a symphony in the city tiger
like prostitutes standing on the sidewalk and the oldest
profession matches almost same number of people killed
that moment in wars and love the tricks of the trade
the fallen flowers on the streets of paradise
he is blacking out now and jerking awake
memories seem to be come from the future now
he smiles a grim smile at the irony and notion of honor
he once held that made him a cunning ace
he care not now about losing face
he hit the home run into the setting sun
cherry pits are not the bowl of life
he lands the Zero in a field
and leaves his riddled body
the ghosts of the place
leave him be
peach petals
in a sea
almost out of fuel the rising sun
the world had entered its own zero
through a railroad vanishing point
the atom had split the scene
baseballs would fall like rain
or like a rain of frogs
the expression that it rained
cats and dogs would lose its quaint
sentiment flying saucers would be soon
seen to come from places missing
in the human psyche coyote's would call
through the purple dusk of centuries
great upheavals have always happened
when the maximum amount of novelty
shows its three legged chicken sky falling
the Jap pilot checks the cracked fuel gauge
he is losing a lot of blood and altitude too
he is coming down from a dog fight of visions
down from the drug that they gave him to stay
up
he
refused
to be a Kamikaze he was suppose to dive his plane
into a aircraft carrier after he bowed to the Emperor
time is standing still now so many things flooding
in on his thoughts somewhere they are in the ninth
inning and the bases are loaded and the peach
blossoms are about to turn the landscape peach color
the days go by like petals of peach blossoms and
neon signs are doing a symphony in the city tiger
like prostitutes standing on the sidewalk and the oldest
profession matches almost same number of people killed
that moment in wars and love the tricks of the trade
the fallen flowers on the streets of paradise
he is blacking out now and jerking awake
memories seem to be come from the future now
he smiles a grim smile at the irony and notion of honor
he once held that made him a cunning ace
he care not now about losing face
he hit the home run into the setting sun
cherry pits are not the bowl of life
he lands the Zero in a field
and leaves his riddled body
the ghosts of the place
leave him be
peach petals
in a sea
