Summertime in Kinki –
skin slack carcass-like,
head dislodged from spine.
Wee bugs gnaw
at our better judgement.
A yellow cat pasted
to a leather chair
like a WW2 egg
fried atop a tank.
Summertime in Kinki –
sunrays, winds, showers.
Yet it is money talks:
wind farms axed, panels
sparse, river dams on hold.
Summertime in Kinki
when the initiative balks.
when the initiative balks.
from last night's gig at Urban Guild, Kyoto
