a lot like the other one
at don Quixote armour
loneliness is how it is
Praised be otherness of others!
Test the final stroke
especially if effective
observe the infinite weakness of the rest
rundown old barrels
They look just like the other ones.
I used to live in
the gun of a gaggle of snakes
in the heart of the tulips
Do not obsess over the minute details
up until that point as strong as a megalith
and the crown mockery of time
is my witness to this,
brackish bamboo and poor slave woman Zina*,
raving, rabid, she – the black spaz
oh, how we drank at those gatherings…
To each breath of a justified EW!
the invisible mirror kept filling up
with a full reflection of an enraged tiger.
I contain myself.
through space the bestiary
a pipe player did a ditty
in the background.
The music cried out, sad.
no place for a walk
with endless noise of possibility
a little more impossibilities and
Morbid, the liquid tulips
scream laughing as they drop
and crabs come out of their throats.
One madminge less
Gone! Poof! The Alcatraz document!
It is possible that the prisoner ended up in the Alcatraz prison because of Zina