Kétely

                                                     Egy

                                                     hajlott hátú

                                                     csendes

                                                     úriember

                                                     hatvanon túl

                                                     szakálla is

                                                     beért

                                                     nem nevet

                                                     s talán

                                                     már

                                                     szeretni

                                                     sem mer

                                                     csak

                                                     verset ír

                                                     s lehet

                                                     ahhoz sem ért...

                                                     Mi lenne ha...

                                                    Eljátszom

                                                    a gondolattal

                                                    mi lenne ha

                                                    nap

                                                    nem lenne

                                                    ha a sötét

                                                    szürke égből

                                                    egyszerre csak

                                                    zápor esne

                                                    s a záporból

                                                    tiszta hajnal

                                                    vers hullna

                                                    gyolcs

                                                    harmatcseppre

                                                    s ha

                                                    az égő

                                                    napfelkelte

                                                    őz szemében

                                                    szétfröccsenne.

                                                   Rossz

                                                   a tűz

                                                   ha rám szakad

                                                   és éget

                                                  a csend

                                                  ha Tőled

                                                  elszakít

                                                 a rémület

                                                 ha arra ébredsz

                                                 hogy

                                                 elveszítesz

                                                 valakit.

                                                Erotika

                                               Ő az enyém

                                                nem lehet másé

                                               néha átszúr

                                               a vékony sáté

                                               zöldje véremben

                                               zakatol ma

                                               s csak felmutat

                                               a lenge holdra

                                               arcomra zuhan

                                               tiszta fénye

                                               bordó varázsa

                                               titka kéje

                                               szerelmek

                                               néma hóhullása-

                                               az idő vad

                                               erotikája.

                                               Harmatcsepp

                                              Megcsillan

                                              a reggel élén

                                              rétek barna

                                              verőfényén

                                              siklik át

                                              mint árny

                                              a téren

                                              arcát látva

                                              tüzel vérem-

                                              hív a bája.

                                             Dűlt betükkel

                                            A Vámoshídtól

                                            hazafelé menet

                                            az őszi hajnalt

                                            szeretem

                                            s a kinti

                                            kutat

                                            hűs

                                            vizével

                                            úgy amint

                                            gémjére

                                            kapaszkodik

                                            az út

                                            amely

                                            ha tart is

                                            egyre távolabb

                                            és vége sincs

                                            talán

                                            csak áldozat

                                            és ádázabb harc

                                            mint mikor haza

                                            laza fényeken

                                            ösvények halmaza

                                            s csak egy

                                            amelyen célhoz érsz

                                            ha kell

                                            és tenni mersz

                                            a célodért

                                            ezer

                                            kemény szó

                                            néma hant ha sír

                                            s a végtelenbe

                                            dűlt betűkkel ír.