Early morning shave Cut a pimple on my cheek Dye my cheek in red.

Always getting lost In some weird foreign countries My sightseeing dreams

Reading haiku poems Five seven five with no rhymes Blame it on Basho.

Long forgotten dreams Inside an olden journal Dust-covered heartbreaks

Say it with red roses No words can better express the love in your heart

Bring home calendar Dozens of birds large and small Join my family.

Life in the fast lane Often takes a heavy toll Snail girl resonates

The discarded cans Litter the old city’s roads Treasures for the poor

Angry as a storm Temper boiling in his heart Outside, thunder roars!

I wish I could sing Bob Dylan I imitate Like a rolling stone