Paragon(e) No.: 7

Paragon(e) No.: 6

Paragon(e) No.: 5

You fawn upon me
and you've got moon on your lipstick

a bunch of lavender form
not shut wardrobe is despair
of the end of summer

your hands are laughing
when capering around my cheek

Paragon(e) No.: 4

"It won't be like that all the time" - you say
showing waning crescent.
"Summer is going to start soon -
I must start to marshal my dresses
and to full moon is so far."

Paragon(e) No.: 3

Paragon(e) No.: 3

Last ten years of silence is popping
like a tumid fruit
is opening like a corncob
into sounds of late summer birds

Whole this time I've spent with deaf.

I thought I haven't ears
but I've heard all stories they told me

Paragon(e) No.: 2

Paragon(e) No.: 2

I'm a robber and I want back there
where I wasn't born.
Listen to talks
I wasn't a witness

My nature is spreading
from places ain't exist
to calm grievance in my hideout
where I've concealed hijacked trasure.


Note: Poem written on a shop receipt and commercial leaflets.

Paragon(e) No.: 1

Paragon(e) No.: 1

Between Sodoma and Gomora
we drink clabber of daybreaks
and bitter coffee of evenings
we have fructose out of forbidden friut
this is our solace

Between Sodoma and Gomora
we tend our tree of unexeptionality


Note: Poem written on a shop receipt and commercial leaflets.