How about a quick massage now, he said to me.
I don’t think it’s cool, I replied.

I often tell women’s secrets to men

                 He is in the mountains and in the streams, fields
            Call upon the Lord Ganesha and he
        will appear

Even in the rain the wall
is a molecule of me?

   I have gone on, to still another one, a young

 french girl she is this time, my wife did not bear my child

and I knew it.

Futility is echo
in the giant chasm’s
breath

As fate would have it, I showered
at the time, late in the morning.
The evidence of certain postulates pooled around.

The Passion plays
its faces, all of Christ, after being scourged.
Christ the lamb swings from a felled tree.

In the end, when the doctors circle around
like doctors, they can find nothing wrong,

This sixth circle is not a place to receive
many accolades, peopled with the likes found
in the backgrounds of famous paintings.