I’ve thrown away
all my pencils ball pens workbooks
my typewriter my computer
eagerly I’ve hooked up a rope
long and thin
from the sharp end of the sky
I’ve made the sign of the cross in a circle
and firmly hanged myself by the tongue

a winged and haggard creature
slowly and melancholically rocks me
hidden in my shadow

stutteringly I dictate poems straightway to the void
who listens wearily
absorbs them in the primordial substance
and then disgusted spits
rotten pips at my feet