The hawk was landing.
Squinting at the urgent need...

Black livers?
Are you really desperate...

The sludge overtakes the sane
euphoria.A barefoot caravan...

Goose-stepping on a soul song
you set the sky ablaze...

After a long time, I heard them again:
peacocks...

On your face the shadow of a transparent wound
bungles the capricious climate...

Hoisting the bisexuality
on a figurine...

Not a single word added today
to my tinsel book. The brown eyes...

It was a broken lamp,
the orphean tragedy...

He was not him,
today the day ended with a boom...

It was coming up, the politics
like dirty sex...

Walking out of the body
I was drowned...