Bela Böcek's Written Works

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...

When mother plays the black keys only A Japanese stream flows flat and slowly. I broke all the glass in the house today, Really, I broke...

Taper off into nothing Later scoff at the chopping off Of every fin that once clung on To your piscine pillow Better yet get plotting Of...

A girl at the docks with a drill A tick of the clocks fully filled A lower deck with seawater A shipwreck in the next hour