(from "My Longest Fear")

(from "fragments of ennui")

grains of white dust, stickily settled on the void

floundering flies, trapped in the air

red bones and damp wet soil

the black nail, cursing its own death

yellow lumps of fat, morbidly

poured into the drain

the caprice of flies and the malice of spiders

the only things that smile at us

in the void on the blade

the power of anxiety, a deadly greed that melts

the brain, among them, what blue anxiety

likes the most, air and resistance

admiration and contempt, something like love and hate,

something like the foolish youthful heart

toward a beast living only on instinct

ideas and trivial jokes

reality, illusions, delusions, ideals

compassion, denial, turning away, darkness

regret, death, loss, past, faith, distrust, doubt

an empty black mouth like the whitened

cloudy eyes of a turtle

Fire, sea, fall.

the sea, always the abject of fear

not even a handful of void

did the sea allow

(from “The Willow”) They despised my roots that swallowed fertile earth. Saying my being was from the body that swallowed a sordid, vicious secret.

(from "Hypocrite") With the scent of earth, a hint of spring rises again, with some anxiety, my mind begins to be chased, with warm expectation, intolerant Christians begin again prancing around the streets, ringing the bell for the season of the party, with their selfish, indifferent ignorance, which disguised as something grievously ordinary.

(from "it was an act of death")

I was in the house

I stayed there

embracing death wasn't only beautiful

'cause it was so hot and my

whole body was shaking

everything suddenly became strange

something was rotting in the stomach

into the mouth

something kept flowing

it was an act of death

death, covered with foolish vice

that was firmly clutching a miserable-shaped apple

I was death

life no longer existed

(from "The Beggar and the Virtue") They handed coins to the beggar.

They greeted him friendly and smiled.

As the beggar smiled together,

they turned away, went elsewhere.

They visited the virtue who was sick.

They gave the virtue words of consolation.

They were truly heartbroken, wanted to add good faith.

The virtue made a confession of his own life

and they also spoke of their own virtue.

The virtue thanked them.

The beggar didn't understand their virtue,

so he cut off his tongue, threw it at them.

The beggar felt a sense of loss, but they showed disgust.

The beggar couldn’t see the virtue’s face.

(from "Velleity")

Maybe you're right,

I would have to liberate myself from them.

A mere velleity, a little hope, that suffice for me,

but among you, with you, I also might have to make something of my life.

(from "Moths") rainy late night, a bright glass door of the mall, the place of ghostly large, achromatic colored moths they always whisper under their breaths you beware of those who crush the eyes that are awake at night

(from "Blue Blood") I loathe people who raise their voice only when they're in the crowds. They have the red blood, which simmers only in the dark. And you have to face them almost every night, unless you have the sufficient territory. In front of your tiny tight place, they resonate with the vulgarity and cruelty of life, always spitting their red blood. It's like a real hell, honestly.

(from "Social Animals")

What's the most depressing is

To hear hopeful words

From their feigned concern;

If they don't see with their own eyes

They never believe or even

Imagine something in you

And if you hurry to dance

To their tune to shut their mouths

They eventually fail to contain

Their sincerity, just burst into a laugh.

(from "the most stale and old value")

what people are passionate about

is the most stale and old value

now the absolute truth left for them

is only what they hate the most

a swarm of infested maggots

over the rotting bodies

over their unpleasantly cold bodies

because

their deaths would be most immoral