ÜberGames

On Japanese television it’s not unreasonable
for contestants to agree to be shot from cannons or
outrun the Cyclops for fabulous resort packages.

One man I saw bungee from an overpass and,
with his head inches above speeding cars,
grabbed at a sixty-five-mile-per-hour waffle cone.

They raised him back up, covered in pink splatter—
he had won the car that had dirtied him. Stuck
to himself he bowed & gracefully as the kiwi landing

took his booty & for some time I lost myself
in thought, staring, replaying his near loss
in that dim bar in Nara where I knew no one.