Today again
no letters.
Only butterflies.
At last!
The mail's arrived.
Soon ripe fruit will fall.
The leaves fall.
From now on
water will taste better and better.
A little woozy,
leaves fall one by one.
My begging-bowl
accepts the falling leaves.
Hailstones also
drop into my begging-bowl.
If I sell my rags
and buy some alcohol -
will there still be loneliness ?
Twilight - the sound
of a sad letter
dropping into a postbox.
Goallessly
I walk amongst tombstones.
Slowly, slowly
falling apart:
my final autumn.
I've become a real beggar now:
one towel.
The few flies that remain
find me familiar.
Pissing blood -
how long will I be able
to carry on ?
Coughing, coughing -
and nobody to slap my back.
No money, no possessions,
no teeth -
all alone.
I go in I go in still blue mountains
Fluttering drunk leaves scatter
My heart's exhausted -
the mountains, the sea
are too beautiful.
Mountains I'll never see again
fade in the distance.
When I die:
weeds,
falling rain.
Some life remains:
I scratch my belly....
