All words of yours somehow  
have made a worm-hole inside me  

and after a shower it is like it has been  
raining cats and dogs -  
they peer out carefully.  

yours "honey-sweetie", "****** *******",  
"do u really concern yourself as a poet"  
gnaw the leaves
of unblown lines
prepared for future verse  
so certainly this spring is out of fruitage.  

and honestly  
there is no much to say to them  
except  

SHUT UP  

SHUT UP  

SHUT A **** UP  



please  



you are even not here.