Like a hedgehog you raise
your spines...

With unease, I follow
the terror on terrace...

Poster poems appear
again with all frozen insignias...

The weight of charity
sits on my shoulder...

Blood side by side.
Your risqué humor...

Part of me? like a morpheme,
you are leaving...

As it appears?
as if nothing stops you and...

Dressed to assassinate,
not having much hope...

Visible
of invisible blues...

Unhinged
in final descent...

An executioner
gazes up into your eyes...

The pain cycle
celebrates the pitfall...