I’m a fish out of water throw meback into the sea I’ll swim backwardsinto the timebefore I had legs My Lover Cherita 2 my lover was a drummer he held my rhythmin his hands somewheresomehowwe lost the melody Genie Nakano Genie Nakano
Tag Archives: saddness
loves to be held…
there’s not much love in me todayi don’t know whyuntil I hold my little dog Bodhia funny little fella16 pounds found at the pound15 years agoHe loves to be heldHe loves to be kissedHe must be part humanHe brings the dog part of me that forgivesunconditionally. Genie Nakano, Oct. 2022, Sunday, photo of Bodhi byContinue reading “loves to be held…”
ghosts
a ghost from my childhoodstill haunts me,loneliness manifestsany time any place genie nakano, june 30, 2022
underage
74 today still, a child inside still, searching still, questioning still, underage Genie Nakano, June 13, 2022
The Revenge of the Flan~~Poetry
She is different than us….
Blood Red
He lies on the floorunable to move or speakI leave him therethat angry manand let his mind expire the ambulance arrivescarries him awayhe cannot movethe right half of himis paralyzed my youth spent away living in a den of darknessthe bedroom was onlya place for bitter dreams beaten by his temperneglected by his needfor wealthIContinue reading “Blood Red”
Private~~a tanka
on my patiogrows a pinetreea bamboo fencekeeps private all the sadnessI feel this long winter… Genie Nakano, 12/30/20
Waiting…
No…cutting my hairuntilCovid is Controlledthe weight of it… Genie Nakano, Oct. 13, 2020 When the quarantine began in Los Angeles in March 2020 my hair was shoulder length. Today Oct.15, 2020–Thursday, my hair is almost to my waist and I’ve gained a few pounds along with it–“the weight of it”.
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All my godsare falling downdustis blowing everywherethe stars are burning gas. genie nakano, sept. 28, 2020, morning
“Set me free”
Merging into my present past memories regretful actions only I can remember thoughts of oblivion cloud my heavy head the rain keeps pouring pouring pouring down the witch is drowning and can’t escape she promises for change and grow so many lives have passed dust is forming pyramids mummies stalk unpaved streets u turns deadContinue reading ““Set me free””
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