Their routine endlessly repeating

mimicking the impression of familiarity

ultimately he requests only that he should

be allowed to "my arms red as i write this" leave

in modern life finding meaningful escape can be hard

Dictum

Art and Action are contradictory elements

which can only converge in death

Beauty and Sadness go together

like beard and vest

Grapefruit

Grapefruit armpit's tart

gain momentum in mouth

over tongue so silent and

whiskers crushed under

cowboy hat in cowboy cot

cuspid bicuspid yellow scimitars

en garde as cold night falls

like the smell of festering leather.

I have slept in hotel rooms before.

Letter to George Lutz when I'm 28

I know everything about Jan. 14

The day you left the house in mourn

same day I came down as axe in mother's

sex and brother's navel and dad's...

Mishima's birth dreamt of seppuku.

He was Shi o Kaku Shônen like me,

"the boy who wrote poetry" and Tabako

Oh, the elegance and brutality of 28 days/years

Lewis Carroll died that same day

gone was also his love of Alice Liddell

the rowing boat in which it dwelt

and Anais Nin becoming June

George, you have no idea why

I write this letter to you. Me neither

We never met and never will except

for the brief hello we exchanged on television

You left the house the day I entered

mine. Your horror is somehow mine.

Your 28 days in dutch-colonial are

my axe-like life never fully rendered

I have marked the date on my calendar,

we won't forget for different reasons

(a weird coincidence of it being half of 28)

a weird day to be marked as my birthdate.