An Indirect Prayer for a Return to Normal Annoyances: A Canadian Expatriate in America in Tokyo

Wallace Gagne was born in Vancouver but moved to Tokyo in 1986. He has written a couple of books but now posts his poems online.

The Hard Rock Cafe Uyeno-Eki is located within an old train station, Ueno Station, near Ueno Park, the site of the Tokyo Zoo. Corporatism, rock and roll, hamburgers — what could be more American?

Click here for a poem about Wallace Gagne, or some poetic doppelgänger, eating lunch at the Hard Rock Cafe in Ueno Station.

The P-waves hit. The sensors reacted. The S-waves hit. Things went swervy. The charity waves hit. Now, the bell, having been rung, may the equilibrium of silence and murmuring return.

About poetsguide

A former altar boy and a former U.S. Army interrogator, respectively, John F. Buckley and Martin Ott were born and raised in Michigan, meeting each other at the University of Michigan-Ann Arbor before separately migrating to California in the early 1990s to attend graduate schools, their friendship evolving into a writing collaboration – what they refer to as poetic volleyball. They both currently live in Southern California, John with his wife, Martin with his wife and two children. John teaches English composition at several local colleges, while Martin works as a marketing strategist for a global company. John still affects a strange piety; Martin still finds himself asking a lot of questions. Individually and together, their writing has appeared in over 150 periodicals and anthologies, garnering three Pushcart Prize nominations for Martin’s poems “India Ivy” and “When Bridges Fall” (available in his collection Children of Interrogation, which has been a finalist or semi-finalist in eighteen poetry prizes) and John’s “Poem for Christy’s Daughter” (available in his collection Kinks in the Hose). Martin has also optioned three screenplays. His chapbook Misery Loves was published on Red Dancefloor Press. John’s chapbook Breach Birth was published on Propaganda Press.
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