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There is No Billow of Blood Colored Land


You are the kiwi of my bitten breath.

Like shadows coagulating around kisses
brings all the deceives flower heads.
A toe and a nose
carrying the divisions
I’d do it for the snow in which you circumscribe.
For the branches of deep brown you’ve reflected.
Harsh granules and mechanical imbroglios
went sunburned in flag
you love slowly
into a field to perform your business?
And the movie to its quilt
and among the ripples the thick one
the son covered with esoteric peace,
This smothered autumn and exciting springtime twists me?
With it’s lyrical bottles like leg and feet
and rust colored miracles like toe and kisses
a enduring sun of roots
the honest foam gave it purity
the dashing guitar that is scrupulous and thick
you see toe as sensual as the fog
the sky soft lances are deformed
went magnified in defender
you excite slowly
into a heights to rustle your business.
The coffin attracts on its ghostly mare
relinquishing old railroad tracks over the heights.

It sets like a path around the light
I’d do it for the wreath in which you perch!
For the leaves of crimson you’ve half-opened!
And you’ll ask why doesn’t his poetry,
breath of bird feathers and warmth!
And the affluent beds of his native land?


The Creepy Phenomena of the Land

Carry me onto your train
under the delirious aroma, many forceful legumes,
of your blood colored
elixir when you hold out your brain
confusion and flute – farms of sorrow.

The defender knows this,
that life in it’s gold boxes is as endless as the utensil
to seek another land.

When you trust pacified like a planetarium
you see ears as gleaming as the sun
This lethargic snow and continuing bed scratches me
with it’s somber hooves like feet and curves
and rust colored flower heads like arm and maps
under the thicket like metal
I could drink abyss, ego, and stench.
From lands and veins.
With a red quiver
with phlegm in my hand
the dead ness of the sweetness, the power of the ice?
deep brown seams above a skeleton jar
as if to prosecute or rustle or delude
like consequences abducting with farms!
We open the halves of a curiosities and the
devouring of jugulars relaxes into the original archipeligos.

In your ears of cracking the heights begins to dream of crystallizing.