I wrote a haiku, you know, for the occasion. A dog walks into a bar. He’s wearing a suit, shirt and tie. He says to the bartender: “I’d like a Scotch and toilet water.”
– Fox [Christopher Walken]

New Rose Hotel (Abel Ferrara, 1998)

A dog in a suit
Steps up to the crowded bar
Tie neatly in tow

He orders calmly
Scotch and toilet water, please
Bartender blinks twice

Vienna hotel,

love rehearsed as leverage,

names fall out of place

Neon hums farewell,
virus dreams of flesh and thought—
love pulls the trigger



Chrome gun, peeling red
Edge locked in borrowed bodies,
corporations breathe

Walken plots the Edge,
memory claws at Defoe—

Argento burns on

Seduction, fallout
Desire rewinds the plot
Auto-destruction

She’s in all the way
Hiroshi will leave his wife
In the end, not bad