Aminul Islam 

Sweat and thorns

1 point of sweat inside the poem
Thornless independent kiss on the lips
And the wings of the hyacinth flower are 

Yet that thirst for death is inherent

My primitive ~ skeleton and stigma
This world = in the gray materialism of science
Water in the mirage

Sleep inside the poem = a few capsules
Corridor drawn on prescription

Zhao-ban Belpata decorated noon patchwork
Hungry grass on sick streets also ...
A few pieces of stone imprisoned in the finger

The primordial sun of all pleasant intercourse is solitary

But all disbelief wants to fall on the body of the poem ...

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