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tortured type.’<br />
Superman.’<br />
<strong>Buddhas</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>Bikinis</strong> 20<br />
‛Van Aken writes about love <strong>and</strong> beauty <strong>and</strong> historical revolutions. Hardly the<br />
She kissed me goodbye, ‛You know nothing about nothing, that’s why I love you,<br />
She slammed the door as she left.<br />
I dragged myself off the bed, lit a cigarette <strong>and</strong> leaned out the window. Looking<br />
down at the Union College canteen, I saw Hiroshi walking toward the car-park.<br />
‛Hey, you! Pretty Japanese girl!’ I shouted out the window. She looked up at me. ‛I<br />
think you are the craziest person I’ve ever met, <strong>and</strong> I want you to know something?’<br />
‛What?’<br />
‛I like you’re hat!’<br />
She shook her head <strong>and</strong> walked off.<br />
I whispered to the wind, ‛though our past be weighty, <strong>and</strong> future dread, I feel like<br />
an angel weightless, to be wed.’<br />
deception.<br />
Even as the words left my lips, a darkness swallowed them, borne of distrust <strong>and</strong><br />
It is said that when a pick-pocket meets a saint, all he sees are the pockets. I felt the<br />
same way about Hiroshi, <strong>and</strong> yet powerless to alter the fact. I was the pick-pocket who had<br />
come across a most spectacular treasure to be plundered, hopelessly blind to the greater<br />
treasures beyond his immediate grasp.<br />
The following evening, I got her poem, Caterpillar.<br />
‛Why’ hides an invisible thunder to daze my eyes<br />
Sounds a huge inaudible sound, to deafen my ears<br />
I asked myself how could you run to him with legs trembling<br />
That night I kept talking with a relief of pain.<br />
What I said that night won’t be said again<br />
I remember he said ‛I like your hat’, but where’s my head?<br />
Are we really who we are or is there a prophet in disguise<br />
Between two on the beach<br />
I cried <strong>and</strong> laughed with tears in my eyes on the phone<br />
I wonder, why should I talk in this way - don’t you all know<br />
Tomorrow is the end of the world,