For a desolatory trident
I was feeding my anger...

Rhetoric had a theme
like crab-grass to destroy the lawn...

Trapped necklace:
after a kiss of bee...

Too beholden to water of life.
It hurts deliberately when you were thirsty...

The lake was drying up
touching raw nerves...

Washed by tears, the flame kindled again.
Crimson magma was quick to engulf...

The day was killed
diving in the books...

When besieged by
shooting, the word kills word...

A brown cloud descends
on charcoal sketch...

If erupts again -
the eternal hate of caucuses...

In search of peace
he burnt down his books...

In the middle of a sentence
I become silent...