The summer sun ray
shifts through a suspicious tree.
though I walk through the valley of the shadow
...
'Do you like me?'
I asked the blue blazer.
No answer.
Silence bounced out of his books.
...
There was an unwanted child.
Aborted by three modern methods
she hung on to the womb,
...
Because there was no other place
to flee to,
I came back to the scene of the disordered senses,
...
Some women marry houses.
It's another kind of skin; it has a heart,
...
Live or die, but don't poison everything…
Well, death's been here
for a long time -
...
The town does not exist
except where one black-haired tree slips
up like a drowned woman into the hot sky.
...
Inside many of us
is a small old man
who wants to get out.
No bigger than a two-year-old
...
The end of the affair is always death.
She's my workshop. Slippery eye,
out of the tribe of myself my breath
...