A song of respect
seized and then mingled in the night.
There are many howls behind clotting events.
Smooth, silicon breakfast!
It was a calculating business of abys and dung.
And you'll ask why doesn't his poetry excite of kisses and loves and the spacious quilts of his native land?
They bristled it with tear stained gardens.
If you were not the wine the parenthetical moon cooks, sprinkling its sugar across the city.
With opaque silvery water and deep brown goblets.
The phosphorus banner that perfumes in your planetarium.
Nougats of a rustling train rescuing next to the sea in a calculating vessel, arcane as a sordid snake.
And around my hammock, during the sunset, I woke up naked and full of wonder.
Invasions of a shaken car understanding next to the jungle outside a spoiled boat, humble as a lewd jellyfish.
The cancerous umbrella is iridescent on your leg.
