You the killer of my father.
You the pain...

There was always me loving you
no past, no future...

The black man Jazzes
and fire...

The awe
of wrinkles...

how pretty you are in the vanity mirror
is how the mirror...

It was in the black and white of his magic
that all my childhood turned into the colour...

The nightmare
is that nobody is out there...

Do you remember
in cold winters...

Sunset, sunrise
an opulent pair of bloodshot cherries...

There are transparent fossils,
the fossils of voices...

I soak in the clear well of morning dues
to bespatter...

Sorrow,
soaked and swollen...