Would not place any price-tag on me.
Like a mannequin dug out from a pit goes for sale.
Abhor the duplicity.
Want to walk straight – without the golden thong.
The city goes in flames in a circle.
A new fountain was singing.
They were landing in flocks.
The old birds of same plumage
coming to collect the due of old virgins.
There was no message.
Letterbox was empty.
I will not wait for snowfall in the Antarctica.
