Autoren-Archive: Makoto Makabe

Success or failure,
Always right: reality.
My yellow platform.

Walk through the city
To meet with a friend, there I
find: The Lost Poet.

Create something new?
Dare to annoy the neighbors,
Working through the mud.

Friday 6pm,
A February sunset.
The working week‘s done.

The rusty steel mats
Stand outside, overseen by 
The white shopping bag.

Structures of the past,
Images of the future,
Now covered in snow.

A chair on my way
It made me pause and enjoy
Winter‘s day sunshine.

On cold night morning,
Million stars twinkle joyful,
Dissolve in the sun.

Half and half in one.
How can that fit together?
We. Stop. Making. Sense. 

Hardly inviting:
Going deep. Not attractive,
Follow the whisper.