Aphorisms for Bella

 

A collision is a long percussion.

Scruples spill their curses in the name of the circus.

 

At the nape of the neck, betrayal

yawns like a royal flush.

 

Only loneliness nullifies the bedside mementoes.

A clove is barbed because love is a cloven barbarism.

 

On Christmas Eve even the saddest donkey

will not carry you into a triumph of palms.

 

The two-tongued translator

often trips on long division.

 

A long pain gangs and nips;

A short pain spins.