Game. A very good one, even.

So they bite!

my skin I shall reinforce
with honey and tea in a mixture of broken glass and teared steak

my cheek shall be in mourning
as it will stay at home, alone from a body full of movement

defense, they cry in anger and hope
yet we fall in a naughty game of relentless squander

say, should I be in more need of thou?
should I read more into your intentions?

we shoot guns yet they stay loaded
poking at our shoulders
crying to be fired with
and silently eating at our skin

load and load and load I shall
in a fiery stance of crying wisdom
as no one changes bullets
I shall try to eat what is left

Lancet

Din scancete de portelan placerea se naste
de pe varful limbii prelinsa pe gat si piept
ascunsa in lenjerie

Am sa inghet si am sa ma preling
dar doar pe preturi rezonabile
pe gatleje am sa ard iar imprejurul lor am sa racoresc
cu tiranie am sa abdic cand tempreatura inca imi surade

Cum sa ne comportam in congelator
cand butonul l-am inghitit intr-o frenezie absurda?
De ce pereti sa ne lipim cand cartile de fizica ne sunt parsiv de straine?

As zice sa mancam flori si sa le scuipam in timp de iarna
sa ne rascumparam neleguirile
sa marsaluim pe zapada caci oricum mai presus de moarte
doar pasul nostru mai e.

Uite cum oameni deschid usa si ne surad
ne ating cu lingurita si se infing in noi
as incerca sa ma topesc dar mie ca as cadea.