Clouds like concrete entomb
this city in cancerous smog.
Milky sky faces milky sidewalks.
All is ugly and oppressive.
The relentless morning grind
pulverizes salaried meat onto trains
and subways.
Outside there鈥檚 no relief
from this Japan鈥檚 season
of the furnace.
Today I am the
King of the Blackest Moods.
