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Lycoris Radiata

 

You know not
of foolish men
ruling steel
fists they raise
under blue suns
cities of kin
burn whole
a radiant
red palace
and its garden
for sleeping.

Father, oh father
have you yet
to swallow
the root of
a higanbana
a madness of
ruby red magic
in a black widow’s
dream—?

Autumn nears,
father
as a forest
green empire
is engulfed
in a blaze
so soothing
the sky blue,
an onyx crown
it becomes,
and a glowing
yellow moon
follows my face—
trickery and fury,
have you stolen
father, from
summer storm
Susano’o?

Your longing
howl,
a circular
infinity ruptured.
Do you hear
the rainfall beating
on cowhide skin
father?
It is the life
of autumn,
supernova
booming;
two golden lovers
hatching from
the clash of
opaque neutron stars;
slithery dragons,
life streaming
through their
nostrils,
a cadenced march
castle empire
the pounding
crimson
hearts of
festival drums.

Ballooning from
the belly of
a hurricane
a devastating calm; lily.

There, do you see?
Curly scarlet scarfs
dangling, undressing
little lanterns
seducing
a swallowtail’s
delicate tongue.

Flashing bulb,
bones dusting
at its gut,
rooting up I saw them,
near
my grandfather’s feet;
grave;
mourning;
rooting them
out,
my mother.
Father, have you yet
to welcome
our patronage?

Ominous fireworks
parachute to heaven
leaving behind
a combusted castle,
dragon breath,
your longing
howl—
scurry you may,
the death of
insects shunning

the light of
sun, is inevitable.

Somewhere father,
there is a butterfly
feeding on your
regret.

 

Kou Sugita lives in Los Angeles, CA and was born in Sapporo, Japan. His writing has been published or is forthcoming in the Zoomoozophone Review, Eunoia Review, Peeking Cat Poetry, and elsewhere. He has been nominated for Best of the Net and is also a recipient of a Vachel Lindsay Prize for Poetry from Hiram College. Sugita is currently a senior at Pitzer College.

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