Truth in my hands grow white
White – my poetry

My poetry yet unborn
increases souls famous for kindergarten parents
my poetry
heavens transparent paint in your mouth full of smoke
my poetry: trampled, crushed, cursed and –
a tight shoe
standing fat,thin, hollow
and poetry!

My poetry is not fake
not patriotic poets gather entrails
deaths and deaths
and unborn –
it just feels

My poetry orange bird’s eye
rise