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...

The rushing breeze of an in-brain freeze Arising when one too abruptly arises From a comfortable corduroy couch: A green glowing line in...

My lost, ill nostrils both breathing Stands the sole luxury I’m seeking Though thrills too you are conjuring Seems I still fear ye yet...

One current curious cross section Between me myself and a maiden, Waking big bellied and bedridden From some successful cesarean, Is how...

This foot has got to go That foot is set to stay I by my dentist’s door With dire tooth decay

I crush a leaf And the world ends. I crush a leaf And the world ends.

I am in heaven In awe and shaken That there is a pool here Swim in my triumphant tears I am in paradise I cannot take my eyes Off of the...

The plot thickens In a book, written by Charles Dickens.

What’s there to be fond of but Good port and a plate of cheese? Are things never nothing but Synthetic contingencies?

Brain juice in my head sucked out Of my nose by slaves at night. Though I'll stay in bed I doubt I'll remain tucked in too tight. Wonder...

Me a glass Filled myself Someone asks How full am I Of water? I for one Won’t bother With how much But I’ll still say 3 quarters

A terrible fate Has flown and landed On our heads Now its claws Carve text in Sanskrit On our heads

Have I you by me my mind Thinks I have you not and yet Dawn finds it within himself To wake a poor me up while Poor me pours onto pillow...

I knocked on your head to see If your head would ring empty You must have an empty head. Though whilst in my monastery My head monk had...

When the world pays pleasures in pennies And incessantly inserts them Into my massage chair, I melt into marshmallows, it seems Then I am...

With handles in her fists by the train tracks and mist, farewells follow, her friends and the cat that she’ll miss more than anything...