Among the thorny grasp of roses
Near aconite and pale foxglove…
She came from Japan in 1963…
There are points in time when specific people come together
To vandalize chitinous shells with ancient vulgar graffiti…
When I turned nineteen I fell in bed
With a boy my age
Should I call us young men?
In villages dark
When spies the night moon…
For St. Valentine’s Day
I rip out my heart…
At dawn we shift the sand and mud
To find a passage haunted…
Recall the time when Julius Caesar
Heard prophecy
From some old geezer…
When the wind howls like wolves
Leaping rooftop to shed…
Chopping arms
Legs
And their little heads…
My younger self, who is no more,
I hang his hat
Outside the door…