It always starts like that
Fields of death…
Landscape of some nuclear war 

Why am I the last one to read
Letters of a lunatic to his sister
Decode adjective by colors
May’s oxygen
Your breath in my mouth
Icy whirlwind under the cape of my city
Where the truth lay

I do not know the names of 260 husbands
Of your mistresses
Facial love cramp of
27 names for tears

In the coldness of spring
With my 11 fingers

Nor I know them
Neither they know for blemish or evil
Cause I was bareheaded hush up
Vulgary concealed
Under the blue hand of drummer
Untouched verses
Stolen world 

What was I searching for
In the gallery of deception
Ripping pages of completly
Quiet madness
And kissed your scars
In the bloody tavern I’ll wait
For the girl with grey eyes