It slithers, the tongue
trying to find...

Being alone,
writing poetry...

Night was not worth
selling the womb. Biological warheads...

He was still paying the price
for ultimate unbending...

When the battle lines were drawn,
the only mandate...

After self-immolation,
what has been left with me...

Out of the cleft lip comes
a muffled voice...

If you walk straight under the
shadow of moon, to the salt lake...

Today I want to take a lethal dose
of black lips, confronting the killer on...

Always working out the territory
to find out the limits on the right...

Sound of footfalls was drawing near;
the tiger has been set free...

In mangled bodies
and severed limbs...