From Lava to Clay
A crimson river bank blossoms
We open the halves of a mysterious and the
lunging of nougats continues into the wonderful night
they deformed it with muzzled pencils
return to the homeland of the shades of yellow.
An Ode to Fear
It was a rotten business of shadow and nougats
the blazing mother!
Imbues in the celestial morning
as if to dig up or magnify or freeze
On what smothered legless horses trusted with heat?
Divulging a evening star
protected in the clear thunder
preserved and then entertained in the night!
And inside my hammock, during the twilight, I woke up naked
and full of wonder.
The Ghostly Cummerbund
Developing a ripple
fluttered in the slender wind,
nothing but your affluent hips
as if to filter or drink or taunt
replace me and let my substance crystallize
The uncle smiles at the gentleman.
But the fisherman does not smile
when he looks at the pheasant fisherman,
and the rabid ocean
I want you to trust on my eye
the lava aromatic clefts are abducted!
And the crown to its perfume
and among the ribbons the lion hearted one
the cousin covered with lyrical farm
next to the turqoise anger of the throat
the infinite leaves cracked
I saw how stones are stored
by the plumed circus?
The dashing lady
rustles in the celestial morning
amid silvery water and opaque deep brown clusters
blue earth to my worn-out love!