He lives in the house
of unfortunate widow.
Unfortunate time -
he looks through the window:
when street - lanes pass
through the mind of the Master
feels better in fog
than under this plaster.
During an intercourse
of the whiskey and water,
his razor has rest
as drunken daughter.
Trembling of salmon
on the blue plate
with a womb wide-opened
as the Hell's gate.