It came like a hail
of leads...

To erase your subtle pangs.
You become ingrained in verses...

Do not sleep, as libido
Moon will visit...

It was set on fire, the market place:
from a distance I was watching, the...

Too many mongrels on road
chasing inbred hymens...

Overdriving
the silence in zero light...

What if the sword
leaves and purple eyes...

Eggs went freezing in the sap.
Lips of moon were hot...

Sometimes the ice burns,
a fish moves in your eyes...

A perfect solution
was never found. The question...

Unlearning my life,
you ought to become a poet...

When you were searching an answer in
questions...