big green swaying trees, i see
towering endlessly against the sky
short little broccoli heads like trees
covering my plate, tempura fry.

sushi is raw fish, i taste
slimy and slippery inside my mouth
little worms crawling out a dead man's stare
like sushi so yummy with wasabi, no doubt.

little big people walking around, i know
they go about busy all their lives
little big ants don't know anything but work
like little big people, little big ants will also die.

tuesday is today, last week has just ended
i can't stand father time so swiftly run me by
spectator of sushi i am only on tuesdays
the rest of the week i simply smile, or maybe try.

life is definite. every second counts.