I floated
to the ceiling
& stuck there
...
“Zdravey...Smurt! ”
(“Hello...Death! ”)
“Can I still fly? ”
...
At the sound of my voice
your nipples perk up.
'We're here...we're here! '
...
Incense
& music
candle light
...
My soul
disguised as a shadow
drifted back
...
“Here! ”
she says aloud
to her
...
Time bound
herein
scored upon
...
Late: no time
to shave
in a rush - brush
...
Amsterdam wears
its Autumn
sunshine
...
He sniggered
at the brutal murder.
Could see it coming.
...