The Still Look
Curled Up In The Strait-Jacket.
Fading Of Tears.
Behind Every Kiss:
A Potential Judas.
Desire Of Biting
The Vital Artery
Mine
Or Of The First Passer-By
Insects With Legs
Torn Off
My Nails One By One
Shards Of Glass
In Eyes Of Cat
Smile. Or Simply: Ivory.
Good Night.
Plug Disconnected.
Some Flowers
In The First Month
Then Just:
Earth.
Curled Up In The Strait-Jacket.
Fading Of Tears.
Behind Every Kiss:
A Potential Judas.
Desire Of Biting
The Vital Artery
Mine
Or Of The First Passer-By
Insects With Legs
Torn Off
My Nails One By One
Shards Of Glass
In Eyes Of Cat
Smile. Or Simply: Ivory.
Good Night.
Plug Disconnected.
Some Flowers
In The First Month
Then Just:
Earth.