And I consult myself -in the depths of the curb /
dream creeper-
what causes loneliness in poetry
I feel the separation from the universe /
the marginalization of the word
I try to imagine actions
of badly birthed paths /
of repulsive stanzas
or incoherent verses
in front of the mirror
pain demands answers /
the road opens lonely
from the mist of desolation
and there with the bitter coffee
-table of a chair-
away from controversy
of whom his word thinks lofty
my poem babbles and flies
and flies
tumbling
but it flies