when the rays of light seep through a leafy crownof the dome-shaped treewho stands so stillunder the traveling lampof Phoebus
hush — say you, restoring silence over the forest of a room,a single bedroom apartment
a speck of dust confronts your violence, minutely, in a hurry,but dies awaywhen touches windowpanecaressing other specks…
How dost thou cover the ulcerous placewhat unctions, potions, magic dost thou useto skin unseen and film the filthy memories of youth?what dost though useto ope thy soul, repent, forgive,forget misgivingsthat oft bereft thy spiritof blithe? virtue or vice? or both combined?by acting fair? loving boldly…
too emotionalshe casts the eyes to the ceilingclasps her hands as though in a prayto the non-existent G-dassumes the looks of intensityin the perpetual set of nothingnesswhat does she care about if she cares at allhardly visiblecant be portrayed with painters or musiciansjust like himcant be perceived…
having scrambled many times upon the rock of lifeand received many sound cuffs of windshe sees a sailor’s faceshine golden looking at the sunbut charmingly chagrinedshe touches it and drives the sailing stands of cloud traversing sky aboveaway from himand slides into his mindswipes it cleanand turns…
sip the drips of saliva from my coral and bittersweetlipswash me ashore Lisbon or Madridlose your substance in mebut keep yourself distanced stilllove me tiny and small, carefree
when i wake upi check my phonejust as I go to bedi check my phonei see your lovely facein strangers where i goi feel your smellas though i knowhow you smelli dream your dreamsthough of courseyours are more sophisticatedthan minejust like anything else about youis rain instead of drizzleor…
accidents bound to happenwhen two people are in the same room togetherthere’s not a single subjectshe knows accurately thougheverything is nothing but a blurelementary ideas of modern lifeshe overheardwhen others talkedshe was never taught, never learned properlybut listened closely to energies that…
you need to hyphenate more than two wordsif they come as a description to a nounyou can’t say six a m but rathermake it a full-fledged numberyou can’t take pictures of yourselfin fact, you can, but not a lotnot too many, what is too many?instructions fail to elaborateso use your judgmentin fact, use your…
i can feel neither strength nor pain anymoremy soul is eaten throughout as though by maggotseverything goes down the drainnot the first time it happensall your earthly words mean nothingeverything is now either lost or sold, my heart is drenched in blood, probably even served at dinnereverything…