Blood side by side.
Your risqué humor...

The weight of charity
sits on my shoulder...

Poster poems appear
again with all frozen insignias...

With unease, I follow
the terror on terrace...

Like a hedgehog you raise
your spines...

The sexless hiccoughs
have started...

Time eats the winter, to?
rebuild the fallen ally...

Under the jacaranda tree,
near the fragrant trunk...

Completely broke,
an empty glass, wants...

Waiting for the unwaiting
to appear. The green pigeons...

Moon injured?
after reaching climax...

From uncultured to
subcultured, I was made to...