Bela Böcek's Written Works

Seeing I flamed a forest on fire In a friend-of-a-friend's dream diary I bluntly blamed her for being a liar And was assured it was no...

So I told my mother That us ballet dancers Know that the capuchin Seen while channel surfing Hides this gruesome detail: The sly organ...

My confidence is in my confidants But said confidants are up conifers At an altitude where ice never melts On conical tips connected to...

I'm noting down a dream Where we were all friends And we all had sex with each other And by our bedside table stood A giant jar of peanut...

I wonder if it's the hate I harbor That makes my stomach so Seismic and sour God grants me grunts for hours Then I jet for the gent's And...

School, enormous building Grey pants, I recall, folded sleeves Your’s long like a pirate’s For you were a pirate. And once when one...