March 2010

I have to tell you,
there are times when
the sun strikes me
like a gong,
and I remember everything,
even your ears.

one lies in rags on the street
and his stomach is empty
and he wishes for death

one sits with friends at tea and backgammon
and his mind is empty
and he wishes for death

one sits in a straight-backed chair at a desk
and his bank...