zazen translation (yt)

I met a woman and I had an affair with her
when I parted with her, she said, 'I haven't played enough.'
(mada mada asobi tarinai)
Even now, I don't remember this happening very well.
Her last words, especially 'Asobi',
remains in my head like an echo.

i wrote howl and scowl and wanting/waitin
to go down stairs after seeing lincoln
mouthful in a robe wanting, ahgaain food
ah typing inhibited saying repeatedly,
in dark,
wanna go down
stairs?

I don't cooperate often. When I do,
companions take note
                                -- but again,
the system in place a cog, one who, and I quote,
"can't see the ball", but feels it
often misplaced and tempestuous.
-- I do feels my own yellow
and eyes, much like rain

(they fall)  any which way the boat.
A stoppage deep, to keep from earning
Also, a tightness in my upper throat:      a gasp,
a yearning.
On an evening much like last

                   -- I give thanks for understanding.

feeling that people were doing anything interesting
the tree, bleak and scraggly collaborates with the blinds
in the quick on-the-go type of opportunity, I,
about to drive out to a Best Buy or a Wal-Mart looking
for a VGA cable, having a sense of who is making it,
whether in a poem or a stew, in a black cup of butts,
in the slanderous behavior of him, him overlooking and dropping
burnt holes in gray-green tarp in blue-gray rain
makes me salivate, makes me the shetland at my feet,
makes me scowl, howl, and cry, and unable to dream --

dreamless sleep is watching
air in   darkness in
   presence         of hours
feeling what skin must,
I have gone on, operated, for years now,
thinking nothing could touch me.