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Dec 13, 2012

The Noon Whistle

For the first time
I heard the noon whistle
while at home over lunch

that bleating raid siren
used to tell us that
everywhere within earshot
they'd be dropping their
work gloves and wiping
the beaded sweat off their brows

but now's a different time
with a different rhythm
and when the alarm sounds
for us all to slow down
no more do we heed its call

Dec 10, 2012

Bloody Morning

Go grab the razor
the one that mocks
you in the mirror
leaving tight-lipped
nicks to drool a muddied,
copper sunshine down
the collar of a bad dream

wear the the little squares
of tissue paper to the office,
an ode to Japan dotted across
your face.