The squatting men place

the spittoon further away --


and aim into it.

The Queen of Nothing

gave hope to the poor people --


She was dangerous.

You hear the echoes

of guides everywhere, despite --


the signs 'Silence Please'.

I'm falling apart, believe me
it's real, and not a request
for pity, just
falling apart, cracking
like an old jar

I've been through too much
suffered too much, for now
it is going slowly
but still faster

I can't keep myself
together anymore, so be it
I just let you know
then you can come
to accept it too

I will soon be about
630 million impersonal
particles, dust
of course
without consciousness

She is unswerving,

imperious: a fortress --


may not move, never.

Drowning refugees,

sailing to the other side --


of their hope, their dream.

When I can't handle

it anymore, I am saved --


by hours of boredom.