Seek and Hide: the Lover gazes at the Beloved. The Beloved looks away. The Beloved turns and looks at the Lover. The Lover runs away.
Your flattery is as full of contempt as your insults were.
For some, bottles of liquor gleam like the towers of Eldorado.
Death is hacking away at my address book and party lists.
Writing about an idea frees me of it. Thinking about it is a circle of repetitions.
The worship of Mammon may be vulgar or immoral, but it persists while other religions falter and disappear.