Martyr's pomegranate like wounds you say and the bar also turns into a catacomb
Looking for father or for whom? Reflected upside down in a glass constellation
The young ones though male paint eyebrows dazzlingly green the night has deepened
Ask the false moon no less how much is the value of the boy with a pigeon chest
Since I wandered into twilight town my body filled with sleepiness has been dark
Satiated and yet starved, starved and yet . . . tonight what kind of pleasure shall I buy
Probably this is madness nay I grow ever more transparent tonight this sanity
Mediterranean nudes! I don't want to boast, no, but we are such an elegant tribe
Pull them a little closer and lift them a young man's eyebrows (oh ocean!) so beautiful
Bronze automatic door every soul goes in there in silence (as if wishing to die)
They turn to look, again, they turn to look, as they pass in the hall, souls, so, lonesome!
(Love is just like wrestling) the way they love each other they appear ever so noble
(The throat is another sexual organ) at a faint sound of gargling I prick up my ear
The Kingdom is in this steam now, a man rising from the bath a wandering knight
Smelling like some apocalyptic event in the dark lies the body of a man half asleep
This body grown thin with no reason these days increasing among the dead the number of friends
A man is a single duct (blocked by the arm of an angel burning like fire)
A man runs pelted by a rain of fire (ah) my heart resembles him more than anything else
Hold tight a young man's innocent nude body . . . else tightly tie it up with a rope
What kind of bird is a cuckoo? On silent tv a video showing a man being dissected
I shall be too late! I chase a shadow that runs away through the midst of my soul
A man possesses (as a means of having himself saved?) a dew-drenched sinful soul
I dreamed of falling unstoppably toward the bottom of a grave my skull covered with mud
The ear is an oyster in a deep sea. It gets sucked by gleaming teeth and scarlet tongue
Snow-white bedsheets and tablecloth all the countless lives and deaths that fell into this throat
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