You know what *****?
You've waited for nothing
Then you realized
That you've waited for the words
"I don't love you anymore."
And it hurts like hell,
Because you know that he will soon
be gone from you.

my states
and muses
aren't so much unpoetic
to be justified
so easily.

they determine
to exist.
they crawl.

how I wish,
I understood them
so easily.

good night
my dear poet.

you stream so well
and strong inside me.

that I've searched
for a
new homeland;
to declare
a country for words
you've been settling down.

...

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.