Hedonist

I cannot breathe fresh air anymore
what with all the things cluttering
cellphones 1,2,3, laptops 1,2,3
cantankerous television sets
slew of book, papers, manuals;
made in China porcelain
carried from distant travels
gathering dusts in nooks
jostling for space.

I want to hold your hair,
admire the way you walk
but I choke and cannot breathe
fresh air anymore.

poem by Elmer Sayre
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Why Do You Cry, Mirror at Narita?

Is it that you cannot bear to

hear the heartbeats of Elena so young,

so pretty, so dear, waiting for the yakuza,

that you cry?

Or is it that you cannot bear to see ravaged Mom

combing her lifeless hair waiting for the ride home,

that you cry?

I cannot understand,

for what is there in crying

when home is a terrifying dream,

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poem by Elmer Sayre
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