THE USEFULNESS OF HATE
I am humiliated
She flowers on the floor
Playing hot belly
Under fall willows,
With the chemotherapy of the a sea horse,
I’ll die strangled
In the skater’s cement,
When all men suffer from the virgin
And that the hospital visits are over
In the seizure of fractions. T
THE TORTURE OF SILENCE
I am a murder,
The gun’s bitch
Fragile as a lip
In the colors [...]
