The tobacco smells the beat of the people
and the Guinness invades the dancing glasses
guided by hands
The guitars brought the spirit of blues with the bare hands
thrilling
The audience with
Ice flowers’ burning existence
in their journey to death
reached under the smoothness
of your bare footsteps
and sudden got melt
Pine tree arrows’ tremendously flight
on top of your
Those red rabid eyes shining
like a wet blade
The white fangs under my skin
splash frothy saliva
My chest barks to the moon
within the mirror
The beast is born in a flash
and slashes
I had to taste the ink to find out
if those words were true or not
I had to chew the paper
to understand what the ground would feel like
My bones were broken by the burden
like a sphere with
He, who hangs on a tree,
the same tree he used to climb
when playing with kids,
now dangles in front of the spectators
Their humble look is wiped by the wind
that moves his cold stoned body
“in my beginning is my end … in my end is my beginning”
There are plenty of words that can be said about Thomas Stearns Eliot, heaps of critics his works swelled like a tremendously instigating
When skies ignite from mouths of hell
the ocean cries with tears of dust
With shadows still the fiord’s shell
will shrink the space, the time and lust
Those drums that beat the walls of
Soft crux of the foyer, sunken
in the wet smoke drained through the stunned lips
of the audience
Young boys became adults … tough stuff,
confirming their value on the stage
From the single spot
Throwing the smooth clothes, burning the heart that remained without silence in solid echoes,
she came from nowhere, from black and white, now and never
Her bosoms I touched became one
with
My
faith?
Do I
dream of
the grand words
ever told
by the scrolls?
Why do I dare to
hear the rumours found
in the hall of time –
where seconds have died
in vacuum’s
Lucy
Under the rocks, the atoms bind together
a sol-fa of bones that seem to play a song,
beneath a Röntgen storm
The sand flew from the pelvis, pieces of ribs
like a chandelier;
the skull