a crazy woman I want
crazy up to scrambled eggs and scissors
with such a woman a radiator tells stories

with her I could even have a common kettle
eyes will do instead of stars
a metal cat becomes a sheet

for her I would collect shells at dawn
change tea into poetry
and be setting free my favourite crickets from
the galaxy of garden

she could smell a little bit like Socrates
a little bit like opium of spring appletrees
and she would want to steal the moon with me in broad daylight

with such a woman I could have Icarus
and so even without any vodka or pinhole in rubber
I wouldn’t yet cheat on her I promise on

because I want woman so crazy
that will cunningly tear off a nut of
a man who deceived her