"The Green Bus" (2001).

"The poet is therefore truly a thief of fire." — A. Rimbaud

Isolate
Surveil
Bring in
Take out
With the passing years you’ll learn this and a few other, most necessary things.
Desk work is a terrible torment on hot days.
A military figure holds up the heavens.
The expert declares — a good vintage, truly delicious.
You must know him, or you’ll perish in this trade.
Circumcision bureaucracy.
A sniper candidate slams the window open — oh, bad — not good, not good...
People are the measure of the region, remember:
Surveil.
A thought is like milk poured into coffee.
And you are the coffee.
You won’t recognize yourself in the street, archer.
The tabloids will tell you nothing:
"Citizen K. was murdered last night in an exceptionally brutal manner. The perpetrators..."
"Mrs. E. gave birth to her sixth child and is doing well..."
Did you burn the photographs?
Give me the ashes, at once — a white film and something to drink.
I missed the tram.