To István Ágh
I’m leaving early and never arrive
the red marrow invites me elsewhere
Scampering of shackled apophyses
is what’s left here from the year before
even snow melted in the freezing cold
and the hesitation of the shaving foam
sneaked into the cracks of
frail faces
the sky above the sherds incessantly
and inexorably keeps bleeding
Oxygen suffocates me
stinky-feet fairies
take me to leper heaven
i keep racing around in snail-shells:
internal bleeding outwards
At night we struggled with mountains
crashed down doors marked our passing
into the winter of intangible fibres
I don’t go anywhere
and don’t stay any place
dogs will bark at me anyway