Welcome to the Tokyo Poet Website. Access is simple and straightforward. Just press one of the links below to reach poems about a particular place or theme. Clear thought is always difficult, so if youre thinking of employing a mental stimulant, I strongly suggest making it a double.
SAILING TO BURGER KING
This is no Planet for poor dumb slobs. Stupid old buggers cutting down trees – Greenhouse Gasses, Wall Street, Corporate Media – the long lines waiting for substandard housing, unmarried mothers dumping wornout recliners into roadside ditches. We live in an era of rising fuel costs and falling IQ points – a Sink-In-Sofa Time where persons of interest end up in a gray area behind closed doors anointing their heads with holy fire. Stoned taxi drivers take a toke and back their cabs into salmon- colored rock piles. Behold the junkies, juicers, deadbeats, dropouts – the whole dying smorgasbord of Lifes losers, failures, flops and retards. Way to go team! Have a gr8 day! Once out of credit default swaps, I will invest in ethical oil, put my money into clean coal, philosophical plywood, moral manure. The Golden Age of Housing Starts is back on track – once again the voice of the small farmer can be heard counting his chickens before they become responsible. Tokyo, Tuesday, 01/24/12
COMEBACK JESUS THROWS HAIL MARY
Sitting in my Tokyo living room, sipping Niigata sake, weve come a long way since antelope cave painting and mastodon- on-a-stick. No more unwieldy smoke signals or embarrassing passenger pigeons: Instant Updates tell exactly whats happening in downtown Damascus or beautiful Kiev or rural Kentucky, right here, right now. Colonel Sanders invented fried chicken, but I wonder who first discovered you could use Shinola and bafflegab to bamboozle large groups of unibrows? Like when George the Boohoo falsely warned his fellow Neanderthals the tribe over the hill might possibly be trying to acquire nuclear weapons. Or Rick the Stupid heehawed how faggots were about to take over and force the men to walk around in ballet tights while the women wore bib overalls. O sure. Weve had a few wars, famines and financial fiascoes, but what are a handful of hijackings and meltdowns when you think we might still be sitting around a campfire listening to hairy-assed guys somewhere in southern France instead of driving to Safeway to pick up a delicious tv dinner or flying to Waikiki for a care-free week of rich Aloha culture? Which brings me to focus groups. Who got the idea of having these too small to matter nobodies slurp through blind taste tests or gobble up canned chili or compare total arse holes running for high public office then choose which pile of crap they liked best? Coke or Pepsi? El Paso or Cochabamba? A yahoo who thinks global warming is a hoax, the wombat convinced the Earth is flat, or a space cadet calling in from the moons of Pluto? Yes, we certainly have come a long way. Total nuclear annihilation and complete environmental devastation remain possibilities, but the good news is we no longer have to worry about Indian attacks or fear an invasion from Mars. Tokyo, Friday, 01/13/12