You are born she is your mother
you jump in the air and fall on the floor
she puts you in your cradle
in your eyes soap and body milk
she shows you how the duck goes
and looks like someone you had as a girlfriend
in the future in white little lights
and with burning little stars
then they send you to school
in the next desk she sits
small with the pink hair clutshes
and all the poems you two wil learn
for her to notice you you will burb
fight in the streets and get beaten
you break her windows with oranges
you fall from the roof and get killed
you get up you are sixteen
bored in class and write poems
her breasts want to burst
she is lying around in woods and waves
which verse of yours will contain her
that she wants all the fool ones
that gives kisses to teeth
and spreads her legs in strangers phalluses
you are looking for her you run from home
she does with you what ever she wants
this balsam this scent of gazia
this tyranny puls you