POETRY two o\'clock at night

sleep in is burning his head
unprotected left arm
adhering to the high fence
lamp is lit on the second floor
that can be burned in the hand

It occurs when the morning and the bus
happy as a woman to sweat
you hear voices: oh boy sleep
but not stain clothes with nodeguli

He leaps out and runs back hullabaloo
loved him as the only
the only place where their pārsies
nākamnakt again on the fence kārsies

I stayed watching a black nose
my big nose, my old devil