Short Verses
the war
we walk into a blank court
where the little fox gazes at the bullet holes
that disappear into the wall
the query
would we be still together
playing side by side
with two brown burnt fruits?
the isolater
you make a seal on your lips
then walk across the door
which kids made of paper
selling their tickets to the summer players
where it was my kitchen before
the dream
for the ginger still in yellow
the fish fillet in the bowl
cold tea, and the windmill keeps turning
I decide to stay there
the expectation
skin to skin, we walk along the edge of the map, pass through the rail, the channel,
the desert and the ocean
just for, chasing a upcoming fishing season
the old letter
only weakest light I can adapt
where, your body changes into silverfishes
everything of you
as the raised flexo, wet and coralliform, in a blind’s Bible
the desires
enter the emptiness, the oysters
kiss your restless windpipe
repeat the silence
the messenger
the redbud blossoms scrawl in the air
sprinkling piece of the letters
the seducer
you write about yourself as a girl
who with medium-length hair, round cap
pressing long dust coat
raising up or drooping down of the eyelashes
lightenning out a smile like a thin slice of wind
they all look at you with a briefly flurried
the clown
when the sets and the audiences fade away
the light in the empty hut turns into twilight
the corners of his mouth suggests the least trace of impatience
the sequelae
you carve a rose, on my chest
each time, it blooms through my pain
the amnesia
your fading hair, poison voice,
snapped nail…
all blew away
the infatuation
the biggest circus, the biggest kaleidoscope, the biggest Red K
are not important
the addiction
a man in weeds have made me a fresh new lung
to, smoke you
the love
every movement of dance, each time I land
I find different places in you
the missing
I was the kid inside of the yolk who slept in the fridge
since,
you left
