About an Inaka Town

This is Fullfillment and yet Shantytown
it is Pastoral, but Humid
it is Cheap, but Sticky
it is Sweaty, but it brings Innocence

This is Paradise and yet teeming of weekend decadence
The people?
They, too, are Sticky and whenever Fall
Sleep wherever like Tanuki

Quietly join the wheat
Then Let's go to Hirome Ichiba!
Skip up!
He smiles in the bar Secretly
Later, he imagines not he,
but the tram is swaying

Meanwhile, punks pass out in their 300 yen temple
They are subtle and not so subtlely Fight
Over a bottle of Tequila
Poorly hidden

Ryouma's image pasted everywhere
Surfers Fall on the bar Sometimes
Thinking they are also samurai
Their prone carcasses litter the streets

Take on katsuo tataki with Inebriation
Drink up then Sleep up !
It is Pastoral, but Provocative
Enjoy up

Next morning
Regretfully see Nihonshu cartons empty
Whenever Enjoy wheat, rice, potato
Fishermen Yawp sometimes
but they are mostly Calm and Forever rolling

It is Pure, but Slow
Let's go to Godaisan!

Revolutionaries Enjoy Alcohol
They're later Expelled them from their rice fields
By their hunch-old hoary wives

They are Aimless and marvel
Enjoy their farms with
every youthful Decadence
They can manage to summon still

it is Shiftless, but it brings Inebriation
Later they populate the yatai
Curiously like so many dragonflies

Drunkenly Enjoy stars, they say
Think of Green Road Wistfully

Fishmongers trudging unevenly
Up a mountain
Are thinking

Even pilgrims Whenever sway
Forever Fall lights
They, too, are Sticky and Subtlely Fall

Yawp Alcohol with Satisfaction

We Gaijin Forever Exhale
We're mostly Unmolested and Sometimes Exhalt

Drunks Always join stars