Your kisses are imaginary, 

I am famished.

 

A storm like a tsunami swept 

through my ocean.

 

It sinks in like a half-dead fish 

and floats on my religion tower.

 

Ginger, gives up the head 

the cells of the unconscious jacket's soul.

 

The scandalous printing house 

becomes the face of human beings.

 

Dalan Jahan