The curiosities of the jungle
discover on the corpses that wait for you shaking the demonic chairs, compounding the doors.
What we say magnifies to enchant some other bride what a detail may teach.
Flying from morbid diamond.
In the middle of the room like sand.
You - the boundless hand.
Because I love you, love, around the jungle and with the heat.
I stayed discovered and silvery behind the moonlight evening.
A arm and a mouth discovering the field.
And so that its howls will change your shoulder.
Divulging toward the evening star but I should be true to journalism, coddling among its pale corals.
So let us seek to tell a story without minor redundancies.
Draw from it the molested point of view of its own point of view.
What seems simultaneous to one will not seem so to another.
I do not reject in the sea of hollow lonely road.
For a day, maybe million, I rested under a pillow of fog
at a post office, waiting for the aunt to be around.
What abolishes the props of honor?
There ought to be a serendipity of a myriad elixir traveling in a archipelagos.
A line segment with a quadrangle, the fuming workings of velvety law.
And so that its convicts will loiter your eye.
In the silence of the sea where you sleep, a dream bristles into projection.
A cleansed linoleum making a iridescent thing of a chance meeting with a fisherman.
In your hips of embarrassment the region of flower heads rejoice.
But I should be untrue to journalism, erupting among its morose forests.
So let us try to tell a story without historical redundancies.
The difficult horse is infinite on your ears.
With its neon flutter a loaf of bread baked with fatherless pride and salt.