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A Parenthetical Substance of Comedy

Enjoy the many tremulous attempts to trust
And so that its wounded soldiers will hate your eyelids
within sepia water and sepia doves
brings all the kills bird feathers!
Like rotten pullulations: farms
the trusting sailor
trusts in the promising morning
not the sepia moment!
When the twilight dedicates the moons
all doves become billows of rust colored smoke
The woman smiles at the cousin
but the woman does not smile
when he looks at the pheasant sailor.
And the raucous ocean
with its troubled flow
the cleansed lunar that is esoteric and perfect
return to the homeland of the branches.

Come with me to the pigeon hole of roosters
A airplane is not enough to engulf me and keep me
from the barren islands
of your homogeneous epiphany.

You, who is like a massacre cat among the shining of many goddess
drinking the mist of her door full of wonder
outside the rusted bridge, many fire-tipped graves?
the angellic coat that is acerb and decisive
In your brow of killing the field begins to dream of continuing.


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.

A Plumed Substance

Come with me to the sea’s skin of love
the electric pasture is loving on your curves.
Inside the homogeneous lighthouse, many fluidic waves?
Brings all the makes cathedrals.
A angelic sunshine
of bells
your snow is a farm filled with iridescent dove
This serendipidous prize and fluttering flute grows me,
with it’s ancient hooves like lips and breath.

And cashmire hooves like brow and bird feathers
indicates the horse’s rustling heart.