questions don't count,
especially from your morning mouth.
do you have a blow torch?
I have a headache
in my hands.
don't interrupt me.
bad luck brings beauty
and bruises and you.
lick your terrible tongue.
I am always searching
for the words of the dead.
is the past dead or does it live?
I'd do it again,
paint the path the same way.
do you feel it, too?