There, light upon the East. Nights turn into sand. Every second, pitiless, they fall from my hand. Days burn into wait, salt upon each hour, down upon my face. Just turn away into that nevermore. Raven wing dark, and caludron cast every curse upon me. In torrents thick as mud. Spin those spells, siren calls, and Charybdis awaits me. Turn away, from that light upon the East. So‚Äč I walk away forevermore. – Mitsuo Tanaka Continue reading Dimmed


Beset by what, mere shadow, built by flameless glow? Not deep enough. The edges of me still sillouette against such light. Vanish, like the smoke of the last drag, and I shall. Kill the nail, watch the night drink the embers. Walk now, where no gaze sets upon me. There, sanctuary. There, solace. There, home. In what wayward angel calls me here. Silent street, amber halo above the city. All I’ve ever needed was here. Fade, into this city. Become forgotten, in this city. One last swig and I am now lost here. Until clocks bear no time. – Mitsuo … Continue reading Fade


Deeply into that Hadal ether. Floating well past what lens would gaze, what wish made upon a window sill. That longing, that lament, in places of silence, far away. Those fleeting thoughts, none still what this beating insides craves. It is restless. Heavenly forms lithe and writhing. The tingle of touch that ripples. The burst of suns. What lady upon glow of stardust. Heat, light, waves that crash through to other worlds. As deities would, open before the stars. As energy, limitless and indestructible. Undeniable, all through the night. – Mitsuo Tanaka Continue reading Aspire


It was a message in the fires of June. Red honey composed the text, vague and gossamer. The letter begged me to wait, in what pain silence gives. Crush what blue the sky had that day. In her last message, ash and cinder on my eyes. In what was more than lust on velvet bed now lays icy. In what now is but a chain to something now left wayward. No dreams of other shores. Just wait away from the warmth of the June fires. Always here, until my eyes close in these shadows. – Mitsuo Tanaka Continue reading Bygone

Plutonian Sway

Forbidding, under ill angel. Every color bled into the dark. Ichor rather than wine, soot rather than hearty fare. Silence instead of echoes through this night. Breath fogged upon window, fade every tear shed, every sob muted, until there it’s back into the sky. Under every unlucky angel. Every ring glistens less, every song left out of tune. Wander then to dimmest light, for that bit of warmth, that memory of day. – Mitsuo Tanaka Continue reading Plutonian Sway


Sliver, yet shine. That bit of sun through the cracks of this cold wall. Stone, bare, but stalwart. Touch with my hand all that should be gone. Memory, in laughter, echoes as if a phantom leaving in the morning light. These keep walls, staunch upon the years. Held now by shadow and tear. Locked, chained, sealed in that grasp of ever. Wend what roads I must go now. – Mitsuo Tanaka Continue reading Silence