raved a little that night
eyes interrupted by you that you can talk
shook, hurt, holding the rose that
I wanted to give you
unjust, perhaps
sewing an edge of pain every shadow.
is serving a lace at
nell'unto Roads
foggy mist
between when something appears in the summer of shorts and bell
orbits black
dissolved by soaking in gouache
with every word you say
halos of Amber's long
channel
insinuating thoughts
thin in the foundation stone of the walls in
slow the erosion down to meat and became
placenta without power
only a sketch, of course.
maybe it's because the mother does not forgive
expelled from the moment the hub
May Day
the puddle of blood still visible
go around me that I eat and swallow worms
lunch
in the cleaning of the kitchen in its periphery.
only tears of things damaged in the head on this renewed
coat smelling of sea spray and
expected between the wells of the field
with bowed head, sad
the mourning for an honest word.