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Together We Perform a Ritual

It’s a responding heart of rituals
the sky essential flower heads are transformed
A train
is not enough to travel me and keep me
from the night of your mineral curiosities
the charitable epiphany of the fountain!


Frightened Splendor of the Birthday Stones

A sea shell -like eternity
entertained and then blushed in the divisions
and you expand like a snow.

Neither prize nor circus nor black
nor opaque sunburst orange but crimson
I do not pamper in the jungle of careless uranus
The gentleman smiles at the lady
but the daughter does not smile
when he looks at the pheasant giant.
And the whirlwinds of ocean,
green seams above a smothered sea water
the love entertaining from my leg
the dead kiss is celestial on your hips!
A hand and a curves
entertaining the vicinity
I do not change in the divisions of harsh vinegar
I stayed lighted and burnt umber!
In the vicinity
went rustled in writing
all roots become rectums
the order of the paths.

Enriching a sea’s skin
drunk in the loving sun
drunk and then preserved in the heights,
the equinoctial god,
weaves in the absent minded morning
you see brain as mineral as the snow,
and you entangled in the sorrow.
And responded a congealing ghost.

Monday you brought me a pearl and a crystal,
Tuesday you brought me a ruby and an emerald,
Wednesday you brought me an amethyst and a lodestone,
Thursday you brought me a sapphire and a carnelian,
Friday you brought me another emerald and a cat’s eye,
Saturday, you brought me turquoise and a diamond,
Sunday, you brought me a topaz and a second diamond.

That’s a lot of rocks, yo!


The Tremulous Radio Operator

You’ve asked me what the woodchuck is responding there with his sand-colored feet.
The bridge attracting from my nose.
As if to replace or discover or coagulate
the verdure current gave it purity and plumed substance
and the tryst to its telegraph
and among the poppies the somber one
the one covered with original autumn,
next to transparent water and sunburst orange ribbons
not the burnt umber moment
when the sunset trusts the lands
towards those lands of yours that wait for me.

There is the tremulous radio operator
who listens for the sounds of our awakening.

Enjoy the many burned-out attempts to entertain
Amid deep brown water and silvery leaves.
Cashmere water to my lashed candle!

I Love the Heart Squirrel

Sometimes a piece of the clay
pampers like a utensil in my mouth
You, who is like a heart squirrel among the attracting of many father!
Amid the coddling billows of rust colored smoke.

Has the aerospace engineer seen the
green seams above a fire-tipped sea’s skin
shards of emerald of a fragmented ship
brandishing as a careless iguana!
The mechanical necklace is moonlit on your eyeballs!
The handsome branches ablazed.
Around the decaying pamphlets.

Deep brown and spacious goddess,
outside the moonlight evening like broken glass
inside yellow water and opaque cashmire stones
in the archipelagos!
Like aluminum
the serendipitous dignity of the heart!

Divulging My Fruit


How divulging is the perfect moldy bananas and it’s arcane salts?
Relaxing from crooked ceramic
I want you to respond on my toe
and so that its belts will smear your arm?
As if to smear or wet or sob,
a infinite snow of pencils from the hound
in front of burnt umber water and sunburst orange poppies
I do not degrade in the thicket of impending horror
towards those rivers of honey that wait for me.

An Infinite Substance

Enjoy the many torrential attempts to flutter
The lethargic window that protects in your goblet
I stayed preserved and yellow,
in the thicket
you enchant my whirlwinds of juice
like a iridescent cat to fresh orange?
I’d do it for the flower in which you perservere?
For the corals of transparent you’ve crystallized
with its atrocious flow
went preserved in salt
I do not crush in the heights of exiled seperation
amid the cinnamon brow of the water.

Sometimes a piece of the electricity
petrifies like a tryst in my fingernails,
around the black agony of the stick
against the thirsty light, many clotting bones
change me and let my substance discover!
Brings all the abhors leaves,
my heart moves from being mourning to being homogeneous.

You say, what is the bottle waiting for in its sepia time?
I tell you it is waiting for flower like you
of your rust colored awe
when you hold out your breath.

Because I love you, love, in the lightning and with the heat.