Advice
The blue color in your eyes
Does not belong here —take my advice
Maybe your wisdom might improve
Nothing’s magic, but the whirr of a dove
Squeeze the grains in the quicksand
And when you’re exhausted,
Give me your hand
Fear
I am thirsty—may I sip your sweat?
Hold still! Do not get me wrong, my dear!
No blood, no flesh vow death
Unless you smoke out my fear
Absurdity
Tears of joy
Water your face, boy!
Tears of sadness
To hell, angels of madness!