And my white teeth have such a brutal shine
And my bloody lips are so terribly like sickles.
Ah, what you say--
Yes you are really right. I set you... free.
... And early in the morning I am going to an ocean
That is blue and eternal...
And lie on the beach...
And play with a smile on my face, until a death grabs me,
With sand and sun and with a white
Slender bitch.



Love Song


Your eyes are bright lands.
Your looks are little birds,
Handkerchiefs gently waving goodbye.
In your smile I rest as though in bobbing boats.
Your little stories are made of silk.
I must behold you always.



The Suicide


White, I lie
On the remains of an amusement park