- fearful bridegroom
his shoes sharpened like scissors on his feet,
he glides through gasoline stations,
his right hand on the slender waist of emptiness,
his left one raised high up,
its middle finger pressed down on his pulse,
as if on the huge bass instrument of his blood,
his eyes, like two blue balloons, are tied with strings to his eye sockets,
a pink gauze handkerchief sticks out of his mouth instead of a smile,
from time to time he slips on the mother-of-pearl puddles of engine oil spilled on the ground,