Imagine you were in a picture gray Drifting into space within a songWith no words to leave a sirenAnd no sound to match a drum A choir lost to sing Tunes that fade to whiteIn frames passingLost in time Going Gone

June is where the chill must endJuly brings on the fireAugust hints of love to bendSeptember feeds desireOctober haunts the lonely soulsNovember feeds the beastDecember gives to hearts of oldJanuary forgets the leastFebruary stings the broken heartMarch springs eternal...

In the nape of gallows dreams hung is the vision of you dancing naked in front of me  Tango tremble, my rough hands trace dance floors across skin discotheque. Lip-sync your poetry into the night’s vase my fist will bloom your portrait to lie next...

... in which Tolik becomes a true friend, demonstrates remarkable prudence, and uncorks his father's cognac. Dawn never broke that day. The entire sky was covered with dense leaden clouds, and the air seemed to be filled with a yellowish-gray...