soft fur

methyl scented grass

little black eyes scampered

bit off the ends

chewed and then

was shot dead

soft fur

now red.

Blank sheets of blue and white,
Shall I make a billet doux or a kite?
On with scissors and knives;

I know not whom to undress to
One by one, stripping my skin,

Built a roof, a house it seems

Little child,
score of ten,
help me to set to sail again

Patch on my eyes
A knapsack for my pretty coats
Help me set sail, paper boats,

Help me set sail
To find my home.

In this vast sky and land of green,

I look for orange skies it seems

In midst of pain and sudden grey

I am an unwelcome home to stay;

In death of you and your ghost it seems

I still search for orange dreams


In dusk I find the lies and truth
I find orange skies when I think of you

It's a red one

It draws a boundary

It covers my head, shoulders and shoes

But no matter what I do,

Whether I go around it

Or scream aloud,

It all comes back to you.

My love is unconventional,
I cannot love thee to the depth, breadth and height;
I would complain about trivial things such as patterns of socks
Or the moral conventions of Czechoslovakia;

As If I'd love thee
Whereas my mind travels to certain clouds of pink

In imagination, I lose myself,
I'd not compare thee to a rose, or Victorian strategies of pleasing
the opposite ***;

I'd hurt you,
I'd make you a slave of my pain and pride

For it is how,
I love thyself.

I think we are dead, the two of us, you and I;
Buried in the deep Earth and we will never know whether we agreed on sunflowers or roses;

But I'm glad I met you;

We'll meet again in another world where the sun meets the moon and our hearts regrow as plants and carnivores;

My love,

It's time to sleep.

When the sun was pale

And the war was dead

I'd probably sip the morning ritual and find my ecstatic self

Complaining about the devil in the middle of Times square

I'd wear funny shoes and red hair

And sit still by the black water
I'd jump if I could
I'd run in the glass
I'd talk to myself

I'd dance in pretty skirts