Poezja

A vigil for scrolls: 
who writes the history now? 
 
Actors are barbaric now – 
playing the malicious music of 
rebirth. 
There is no threat now from intimate- 
bombers. 
 
Be drunk on my breast – 
in lunar landscape, wearing no shoes. 
Buddha has lost his libido. 
Can you fix the bed of black 
roses? 
 
A sick mind now writes- 
a transgender prose.