beloved wife

with me nothings happening

I know that now
ordinary sense of loneliness begins
the death standing

spring dance on green leaves
on Dame Street the poet and the singers
sell illusions

people imprisoned in the eyes
as salt sparrows

damn time goes man

wet days and nights among prostitutes
drunkenness with vodka
each cry in another as a chain of sand
nothing is certain
everything is shattered

deaf
stubborn
I am looking to go
hanging on each word

yes
I do not like scenarios where stoic
I support
the edge of the rope

my body hanging from a cloud
as in the
mother's womb the early mummification

the
woman besides replace me
with
the image of a spartan
the
poet goes into poverty with each poem

colored people in unreal memories
digging holes in each others language
each
burying another anxiety

yes
I strip the words

geisha
remind the sweetheart taste
and the young smell of my love
as myrtle strain
ah
her steps broke the horizon

her hot body
will burn any woman