From Mount Azo
to Tokyo streets
flowing,
I always will sleep
winters, with cherry
trees.
And this raw fish you
call Sushi, with BBQ
sauce.
Ma Japon

Although I am
without deception
for books
of girls with large
eyes, and twirling
wands, I cant help but drift
away to new things
to read.
Ma Japon.

Perhaps it is I
cant relate to
to the
embrace of old
waifus, with their sweet
looks
reading other books
from city of “le vin et
du pain”.
Ma Japon

But it is that look
that some adore
that for
me makes me drift off
away to other lands
of gold.
Youll here about
working conditions,
manga
creators with their desks
underpayed and
hungry.
Ma Japon.

And yet Winter has
arrived once more
for me, Ma Japon.
With mount Azo growing
distant, as I now go on.
Ma Japon.