My Tokyo

my first tokyo forbidden feast dusk fills the sky and the lights shiver on till the ramen man slurps his last drop whence the sparrow chirp home. you the shabu queen, the Style covergirl: where did you go when the kirin stopped pour? little streets and petit shoppes petition  the patrons yon bye, the quiet, the small silences drive you inside though language does not adhere: what makes sense in these galleries, in these sacristies of commerce, of kawaii? you are the sunshine, cornergirl, you and the other ones on your heels in your gait in your summer sundresses turning suits' heads and mine the full one eighty: only tokyo. cool kids cardigans perfectly sworn to perfection: young men hair challenge all comers: who gots the gel straight; who rollin tight the lines, them brooklynfade? most cats stylin lids fred astaire: where beach meets bum you come tokyo, tune in. i love thee. taxi you rob me but ramen got me happy: X times Y and the waittress at NOS makes me feel no pain. gaijin first time no blame. my city were it mine. be goodtokyo. seesoon.