The dollhouse
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Long, dusty journey.
Clothes frayed and stained, matching
unheeled, worn-out soles.
Let us stay a while,
rest and refresh ourselves here.
Our road is long yet.
*
Goku in a shop --
disaster waiting -- he has
never seen the like.
Running through the racks
filled with all things strange and new --
how is he to choose?
Bright colours, textures
to snare the eyes and hands of
wondering children.
Confused by choices
he never had, Goku finally
finds something he likes.
Hardly different,
but the boy in the mirror
still looks like Goku.
*
The eternal sun
still plodding faithfully on
his unchanging path.
Each new day dissolves
in the same red-hued ocean
of the day before.
Sanzo considers:
change might be easier if
he starts with the feet.
*
Baggy old jodhpurs.
He might have looked fat in them.
Now they're just too loose.
Here's a new jacket --
leather with fur-lined collar.
It should keep him warm.
Leather pants, slick and
moulded softly to his skin
as though made for him.
Gojyo lights a fag.
He likes his new look: bad boy!
Girls won't take him home.
*
He's no innocent;
he knows his form has oft drawn
surreptitious looks.
Once too much exposed,
he is tired of the eyes.
Hakkai covers up.
*
Has twilight fallen?
Is the sunlight in your eyes?
Play-time is over.
Let us journey on
towards the distant fable.
Our road is long yet.
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Some people take serious ideas and write delightful parodies. I have fun, silly ideas and turn them into... into... argh! I had a sense of humour once. Really.