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...

You go for a daily ritual
to water a passion tree...

An all pin pricks again
draws blood from empty hands...

Decoding the self-portrait
in false exposure from me...

A study of soul continues;
hold back the animal...

Anatomy of fear,
is revealed before me...