On my death day
the old man on the second floor
plays an old organ kindly.
The bellows blow out calm music
that the virus on my back can hear.
On my death day
the sky is rapidly falling down toward me,
And the atmosphere makes me feel like I'm in a theater.
I am looking through a straw that has been put into my head
That distorted the earth to the lie of a planetarium.
Children can see the big virus sticking out, from my roof,
From our sad kindergaden's garden.
On my death day
the old man on the second floor
plays an old organ kindly even though,
The balloon sickness has invaded my face.
Because of puffiness a perfectly glad face I can not make.
I am unable to make a perfectly happy face.
I am unable to make a perfectly happy face.
Translated by Rie from Chiba, Tomoko Yoshikawa and Patrick Connolly 1990 and May 10, 2003
Under Construction.
This is an unfinished page that I hope to edit sometime in the future.
Spring understanding agony
America the story of is the only topic of conversation
Childish everyday particular spend waiting
A big apartment's glass door changes ..seasons changed
Father and mother fine are they? Brother healthy wondering if.
inturpret (delegate of the others) I don't know why but triumphantly...
Before your teih hei hei , Laughter voice of don't root out
Trouble, trouble I'm in.
Feeling? bad? season ..country..I..go south.
Long ago dead it is.
Winter is coming, winter is coming, winter is coming,
I am proud, I am proud, I am proud, I am proud,
Translated by, Tomoko Yoshikawa? and Patrick Connolly 1994? and May 10, 2003