Two Poems from Louis Faber

Tokyo Snapshots

In the small yard

of the matchbox house

the lone Ginkgo

twisted by time

feels the barrenness

of winter's tongue

and mourns

its solitude.

The apartment building looms up

over the tracks of the Narita Express

the balconies are deserted, save

for the laundry which flaps

in the morning breeze,

slapping with the gusts

into the small satellite dishes

bolted to the railings.

The ancient trees are twisted

and gnarled, clinging

to the small band of soil.

They lean as if to hear

some whispered word,

held in place by the braces

fashioned carefully,

their trunks wrapped in bark

tied neatly with twine,

to soothe against the chafe

of the hand lashed

support beams.

Tokyo Night Scenes

Scene 1

Just off Shinjuku chuo koen North,

nestled in the courtyard

of the Green Tower, hides

Jyoufuji Temple, serene

in the first light of morning,

the sun dancing off the ceremonial

bell its striker poised, as if

waiting to catch the wind

and to it sing its resonant song.

Inside, the prayer mats await

the first supplicants of the day

below the sandalwood alter

and above it all, behind

the gossamer curtain, sitting lotus

Buddha smiles at the oneness.

Scene 2

Garish neon blazes

its siren call, Lucky 7777,

Vegas Land, Anima Parlor,

countless others, and inside

the Pachinko machines

scream out their riotous

cacophony, drowning thought

as the balls dance in their maze

indifferent to the intent stares

of the player, and the smoke

which covers the room

with its acrid pall.

Scene 3

In Roppongi, night

brings rebirth, the neon

jungle is lustful, and

the animals stir in response.

They line up outside

of the clubs dancing

to unheard music

captured by the ghosts

that yield the day

with a struggle.

The music pours out

over the streets,

an atonal sedoka

written in the sand.


Louis Faber is a poet living in Florida. His work has appeared widely in the U.S., Europe and Asia, including in Glimpse, South Carolina Review, Rattle, Pearl, Dreich (Scotland), Alchemy Stone (U.K.), and Flora Fiction, Defenestration, Constellations, Bengaluru Review (India), Jimson Weed and Atlanta Review, and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize.

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