***

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