***
I have read that before
there is something like orgasm
I haven't slept again
I'm an undisciplined patient
I'm not counting the lambs
but even if I slept and if sweet
were a sum of bitter and bitter
a rope would exist
***
in one of the goblets of a five shoulder chandelier
the wings of a brown butterfly are fluttering
in one of the coffee bars a heated discussion
about shades is taking place at this moment
but a dead
colour
is flowing down the same living one
***
to press
the thumb and index finger
to the nose bridge
is to call somebody
too early and too long
dinner in the house of a dead
I'm sitting and sitting:
fairy tale about the crow
and crow
***
a girl is playing
with a straw hat
until she casts down her eyes
until she covers her lap with it
all the syllables for her
will die deeply in my throat
***
girlish fingers
slim long
trembling
as when you are picking
the herbs
and not thinking of a tea