... all the films of the
West were shot in the same bar /
between slices of laziness /
Corinthian Stories /
bars and velcro /
empty bars and bottles
tomato bloods / bloodsuckers /
beaches of white sugar crystals, imagined, where my soft bare feet step /
With sticks of lights and blinding reflections /
waves that intersect with decorated and overshadowed suns /
and purple clouds /
near borders and countless secrets inhabited by loneliness, cruelty /
if by walking I carry my frozen soul like flowers in the snow /
how much love without an owner /
how much doubt of today and tomorrow /
ripped the wrinkles from my bed /
fragments of monster that I was /
the winds, jealous of me
fullness /
the twenty-two gazelles /
escaping from my eyes /
our scrambled pieces /
deliver me from evil if so ...
.