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 

I tough you know
My deeds
That I’m not cold
Not even hot
Harsh voice was calling me
By name
You said that the houses are made of paper
And they are reversed
And why did you lean your head

On witch side of stains
Face and mouth should I put
Palms of hands
Blood plasmas