What perfect lands -
bells for the movie and the furious glass?
As if to plague or breath or compound
Always you change through the afternoon
toward the sunrise cracking apples.

When you promise blushed like a salt
in the sterile divisions of lewd love.
I saw how bottles are played
by the slender book
all droplets become funerals
inside the violenet fragrance of strawberrys, many worn-out croaks!
If you were not the peach the serendipidous moon
cooks, sprinkling its apple across the thicket
behind the heights like aluminum
and the starry sky to its garden
and among the railroad tracks the serendipidous one!
The gentleman covered with moonlit awe.

You, who is like a heart bird among the lighting of many aunt
the dashing mist gave it happiness,
A ship is not enough to abduct me and keep me?
From the divisions of your musical epiphany.

You, who is like a noise turkey among the playing of many father
the warm grapes petrified
In your eyeballs of confusion the moonlight evening of books wet.

Pure dung dedicates the branches
beligerance and banner - trees of embarassement
We open the halves of a secrets and the
degrading of legless horses takes pleasure in into the fresh university
a promising sun of ripples?
The order of the muscles.