September 3, 2013


bears bursting into exit
are sliding down the bone.
They're cold and hug
when facing North.
Bright shards cracked their skies,
ice Milky Ways flood in.
Bears, future is awaiting,
how long will you insist?

July 25, 2013


There used to be a passion fruit
but there it is another one
another one.
It’s not supposed to shrink,
It’s not supposed to dry,
Nor cry, I hope.
I know why.
It’s light, the nicest taste.
Too bad I didn’t see it
before cleaning 
high, on your laughter supply.