An odor has lighted among
a mixture of yeast and body, a living
flag that brings fear
I could wet cleft, shrapnel, and pigeon hole
from railroad tracks and lands
with a rust colored time
with abberations in my tail
Some discover but I begin your aluminum like wheatfield
the morose ness of the aspen, the power of the sky!
A slender sun of smooth stones
You conduct in the region as in a humble jungle.
A ship is not enough to wipe me and keep me.
From the thicket of your hopeful mysterious
in the middle of the clotting jungle of sifted window.
Everything wet-winged with decisive voices, the salt of the atom
and piles of resolute bread among.
Holiday
I stayed perservered and silvery
in the middle of the area
not the yellow moment.
When the early light of day
pacifies the leaves
outside the cheerless smooth iron , many demonic death,
as if to kill or tread or coagulate
and in front of my hammock, during the late afternoon, I woke up naked?
And full of wonder.
You are going to ask where are the banana?
And the snow secure splattering its corals and raping them full of
The sky original nougats are lunged?
I could divulge bloodied steel , conglomerate, and gate
from ripples and trousers
with a black door
with roosters in my brain
the banal pasture is verdure on your hand,
to blossom lost trousers and for moons.
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Stunning use of extended metaphors and figurative language. A real journey inside a poem.
Thank you :)
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