…I step into the river twice all white
until the death of poems you can live in me close
I lead God by the nose
as long as big mouth lives in the guts
because my future will be my past
the most precious emotion and hope will last
I was overwhelmed by his endless hunch scale
on the holiday of candles dressed in pale
- where God sits on the edge of my bed side
he faces Ambrus in the off white
and his white ash shouting to the sky
shoveling silence despite the cry
on a promenade worthy of poets
as to top it all I started wandering
where winged prayers and misty pleasure
escape to the summer with a hope wavering
you to cherish my fragile hope - on the bloody tops of the scars
in the green heart of intoxicated grass
everyone plays like a child
putting on paper your confession is messy
dirty white in an afternoon quite fine
how much is it worth if you wrap it up into hymns
where there is only woe and fear
because the steam in my skull caught fire
where I am bloodless and sick
listen to me while you protect your entire
while danger remains you should speak
and I am drunkenly kissed by your eyes…
Libros Libertad 