i don't fear the god above
i'm frightened of his hands on earth

thousand of fingers
knitting chains

imprisoning
these blooming peonies

in the garden of hell

*

i'll chop your fingers off
by watering

if i could express
my love in stones
i would have
bought you diamonds

but
it is even stronger
and harder

*

all i want is to be
a rolling stone

moving with your lips

have you ever
heard the sound
of war

have you never
sensed the smell
of peace

oh
i'm sorry i had to
wake you up

now
can you see
the dawning gun?

i'm a poet
i said

then you must
know a lot about love
they said

and laughed

i'm just painting words
i answered