what is my breath waves on the horizon
as a freshly ironed shirt as a banner
dancing naked on the tops of the trees
is my fiery breath of stale soldier in the arms of your night
Died of fever and domestic trends that
drag me away from all men who are crowded in the hive
looking at you cross these borders covered with blood and crushed termites
opaque skies between us and
I cross the future spread like a fan
cloudy and your look deeper than torture my tired flesh
no surname I bought all the groceries boulders
burned with gasoline or maybe gin ; I
They built a powerful scaffold
erect as a flame that wanders in the shadows seen from
here you clearing your vegetable kingdom hearts autistic
your cheek as tightens
thunderstorms It's just that your silence comes over me Forget the badly dressed
news tickers wild
Now what are entire cities sow between See my scars
it grow between my legs the old Alexandria and how indifferent
ignition to allow the very
Washington with all their ridiculous
cathedrals human figures emblematic buildings
word go I told you I go out and my breath covered porches and sidewalks
ads proclaim that there is no trace of the valleys
older or their twilight red
All I see is your
His office faces mysterious woman frozen and I
released after long shadow that crosses your
unnamed mountains and cane fields And I miss
seeking the truth about not ending stairs
never Graduate I suggest waiting
volcanoes the procession of hours to be with them
birch know this rain falling sick when you're sleeping
ocean like a mermaid as an azalea
wrapped in a kimono as blue as
heaven so beautiful and orphan wearing your own risk
My star weakened and fragile
I bring a crown of summer and nuts
[Painting of Walt Kuhn - Feathers]
