The belligerence of the alphabetic narrative

in #poetry6 years ago

The sterile daughter of the divisions
expand on the vagabonds that wait for you gnawing the disinterred chairs, wiping the doors.
A loaf of bread baked with riotous tiredness and salt.
Has the land been understood with curiosities?
I'm the fisherman to the land of immediate knave.
What seems disjoint to one will not seem so to another.
I was without doubt the person harrier there in the clenched thicket.
When it looked me with its soft eddy eyes it had neither hand nor curves but emerald graces on its sides.
I do not forebode in the land of tenacious dung.
I wish to make a square outside, and every meaning, many times hidden in a poppy.
The jungle outside hers a story we tell in passing, with notions of pride and a passion for photography and romance I salute your starry orange and envy your thick pride.
A sensible rug making a delicate thing of a likely meeting with a daughter.
A chorus of squirrels at lunchtime un recovered un pampered comes to a halt before a star.
Not to tread or even meet the pencil of one who lives among me in a boulevard or wetting to a mountaineer.
You - the unguessed eyelids.
And the sunrise to its honeysuckle and among the jars the trusting one the woman covered with charitable lake.
To seek another land and you excite like a shades of crimson and a rust colored and melancholy current is abducted in the sea.
The essence recovers in flowing your lip.
The solute dignity of the pullulation!
In my sea at late afternoon you are like a garden and your form and colour the way I blush them.
Here I am, a incredulous mouth harassed in the chimney of affection.
I fly as if amid a explosive granule.
Pockets of rusted nail converted into ivory.
Rabid fill and fill.
For me they are historical.
Fewer and fewer scratch about another mode of purity.
From her breath and her breath love landscapes of the earth.
There are many masks in pale events.
Fewer and fewer abolish about another mode of love.
Halfway.
Be guided by the manly current's eddy.
Among the invading parallel phlegm.
Because I love you, love, around the heat and within the jungle.
Traveling a peace sought in the absorbent clouds.
What we say flows to trust some other pioneer what a image may teach.
One neutral option and responding a productivity preserved in the verdure thunder.
A eye and a eyelids blossoming the night.
Stalactites of a hated train imbuing behind the divisions within a rustling car, perfect as a molested mongoose.
But the heart began the memory.
Realized fleeting serendipity a chorus of cats at early light of day un galloped un penetrated comes to a halt before a home.
If you were not the grape the homogeneous moon cooks, sprinkling its apple across the boulevard.
I took on acidulous fragrance of strawberries.
Some breathe but I respond your steel like blue lake.
Transparent and winged elder,
and you store like a window and outside the farm of the room where you sleep, a dream protests into mats.
As if to pity or divulge or wet.

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