The Art of Cruising

An affliction of affection that society scorns
Our litany of love that no others can prescribe to
A cloak of shame that hides our sordid faces
Dirty bushes, dark corners and dutiful wives
Say farewell to this farce, yet greet me again.

For Ozu

A hen leaves the nest
The taste of beer and saké
Don’t despair, just smile.