the wind is blowing br Tokyo’s winter confronts me br br confounds me br pounds on me br though my long coat br though my drunkenness br through my loneliness br br it is only a fool’s cry br from eternity br to maturity br a subject that I never truly understood br br give me this dream br I have desired it br give me this desire br I have dreamed of it br br drunken poetics br and the enclosing winter night of Tokyobr br Scott Shawbr br