Landscape of a Vomiting Multitude
t lady came out first,
tearing out roots and moistening drumskins.
t lady
opuses inside out.
t lady, tagonist,
reets and deserted buildings
and leaving tiny skulls of pigeons in the corners
and stirring up t centuries feasts
and summoning t hills
and filtering a longing for ligo subterranean tunnels.
the graveyards
and tchens buried in sand,
ts and apples of another era,
pus into our t.
t
y wax children,
ed trees and tireless ers
beneath harps of saliva.
t! ther way.
Its not t of s of their whores,
nor t of cats t inadvertently swallowed frogs,
but tch clay hands
on flint gates ws decay.
t lady came first
averns, and parks.
Vomit ely ss drums
among a fetle girls of blood
ion.
ho could imagine my sadness?
t no me,
trembling for alcohol
and launching incredible ships
the piers.
I protect myself his look
t flows from waves where no dawn would go,
I, poet arms, lost
in ting multitude,
o shear
temples.
t lady first
and t looking for pharmacies
ropics could be found.
Only dogs arrived
did tire city ruso the boardwalk.