ROBOTS IN TOKYO

 

the stone-eye crows of Tokyo will build elaborate nests in your hair

avoiding electrified garbage wired by a private crack crow task force

crouching on pagodas with binoculars, slurping persimmon and sake-

bombs watching impotent business men devour whole squid, perusing

vending machines stocked with soiled panties: 300 yen for two pair

of young girls with sailor skirts & pink hair who lust for tentacles

and battle robots, sucker punch alien wizards on the weekend with

their cosmic ki, each citizen a certified samurai with kung fu in their

yellow DNA, while well-mannered honor-bound boys Tokyo drift

on space highways sucking noodles off their calculators, injecting

green tea and all growing up to be doctors and marry geishas with

bound feet + tame tongues, if not it's seppuku, or casting themselves

into weekly tsunami, or gorging on fish candy and rice pudding

maybe giving sumo wrestling a shot, or moving to America, where

the blond-haired blue-eyed cowboys will kiss your cheek give you a

gun and snap your chopsticks because Big Macs require two hands