He is not there.
He is flying where...

Your violence crosses the room:
I wait for your hands as usual...

An atheist heart pulsates
beneath her undone skirt hemline...

The bendable hours expand,
spreading fast like ivy...

May Poetry rescue you
from your lack of astonishment...

That's the other side of midnight
& I will let you know...

Let the stars look for me in rainy streets or...

Nothing is here
but a dream inside my pocket pulses...

Her pain might be collective:
she suffers, he suffers...

She opened the door,
slicing the morning...

Reality destroys me every day
and I don't know where I am going...

As he juggles his pain
to entertain the audience...