Coffee won’t work, late night world / Early morning, smell of girl / Wounds are slivered along the mend / Piled up letters I’ll never never never send / Seen my picture mirror on the wall / Seein‘ myself everywhere makes me want to crawl / Seen my reflection even on the morning dew / […]

It was hard going – / Stagnant and smoldered … / The city moaned and smoldered / Tin cans on the banks like shackles … / To be discovered, in the open … (Johannes Bigge Trio, poem by Lawson Fusao Inada)

You ain’t alone / So why you lonely? / There you go on the dark end of the street / Are you scared to tell somebody how you feel about somebody? / Are you scared what somebody gonna think? / Are you scared to wear your heart out on your sleeve? / Are you scared […]