//postman//

Wait here!

In this empty field

or watch flying birds
until I return a sky
to roof the field
and
sheltering the freedom

Wait here!

At this bus stop
At least for three minutes
Or
until I return from Inferno
carrying a bagful of love.

// Cadaver //

I heard a story 
Once
A man used to carry his own dead body
During the day 
until night 
telling him lies.
And drops him on the bad
till morning.


One day 

the man died

the family fuffered

from his dead body.

The man is but a bundle of stories.