Sushi Never Seemed Less Appealing
By: Aviantei
Somehow, it's not so hard
to run into idols in this town.
He strolls in to the shop, a
prince, drawing screams of joy
from girls' mouths, causing
the boy's partner to nearly
trip over air. The boy
doesn't understand—at
least fashion trends seem
like they could make sense,
and that stuffed pig she
carries has just as much
of a chance of sprouting
wings as it does being a
cat—but blondes aren't
as impressive as they are
a rarity here, and his cowboy
boots are obnoxious, spurs
clinking with each step.
The girl whispers something;
the boy tunes it out, hoping
that maybe he can just wait
for this whole thing to blow
over if he dismisses fashion,
if he makes his stance clear.
The idol descends—more F
than fabulous—and makes
a rather grating metaphor
out of the boy's appearance,
his dark clothes the seaweed,
his spiky orange hair the final
touch of a spicy tuna roll.
And as the idol leaves the store,
so does the boy's appetite.
Now begins the mass posting to catch up.
Another ecphrastic poem, this time concerning the scene in week one where Neku and Shiki encounter Eiji Oji in the 104.
(I also lied 'cause I was supposed to post another poem about Shibuya next, but that poem was actually Back Street Visionary, so you get this, the next poem in the line-up.)
Next poem will be posted today and will be part of a series.
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