The World As It Is, A Haibun

"Surrounded by a ring of fire, the black scorpion arches its tail over its back and stabs itself..."

his farewell note
tucked in The Myth of Sisyphus
one shooting star...and more

Kokako, 19, September 2013

The Myth of Sisyphus (Tanka Prose)

people awake
work, eat, and sleep
the Mondays of present
follow the rhythm
of the Sundays in past

Blank years in and out. This is daily life. And then the sudden moment of being: the stab of memories, the sting of longings, the slaughter of time. There is no screaming tragedy in ordinary life.

Getting Something Read (Jan., 14th, 2010)