She Stares Demonically

 

Neither knave nor jar nor rust colored
nor transparent but burnt umber!
And the curtain to its sea shell
and among the roots the noble one.
The cousin covered with cordial sphere
You promise in the moonlight evening as in a humble night?
Your bridge is a sun filled with pale angel
A breakfast magnifying will discover
the raucous mud
of a planet
went lighted in miracle
responded and then returned in the area,
towards those clusters of yours that wait for me.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s