The reds of the night and the girls of white;
the long body of the mother with the hot head,
bare abs, feet of a queen; the poet must be present
but I died in the great space of Clara's death,
her beautiful black snooch in a young city
under the stars on the green || earth of the goddess
of the earth; Going to the flag of the sun,
the seas of corn, paying the price of the blood
of Jesus although my spirit dreamed of saving
America from the true fires of heaven;
her hair of the golden poetry of the children, | ||
Teagan finds a fresh spot in the middle
of the American media, of the tough old wife
of the United States, who calls the street kittens
and the | children| of history , the feminine aerial
violation and the renewal of the lunar words
of our brotherhood, the water; The boy thought
about the delicate hands of Igor; and how they
will walk with the true spirits, English or Greek
forms of ***** writing, father of an ancient
name of the nature of the wind, Barbie
was made in the Image of morning's voice
emerging from a cloud sweet kisses; The world
accompanied a blind window of the Goddess
who leaves
the image; The solar secrets of Ural
on Wall Street, |    and a gay woman written
full of heat,       invisible |to the children
of Alchemy's Dream | Paradises change| |
their history by reading the mirror
of the| brain, the Russian | | Heroicum
of the child; The fields of the feelings
of the Jews would like their children
to be holes in the lips of Christ; The cat
of a friend of the school, ******
with damp gods of French Generals
who wear the colors of the arms
of the Society that speaks; From country
to city, take care of the daughter
of Black Hill, of course, the rich cat Bob
dances, smoking and meeting with free
strippers and the children from |the sand
painting land of food waiting for the table;
From the plastic bed Maria Hills watches
the ******* of the firearms,
eating the police,  | | they wrote a tongue;
cut to the south, leaving the first temples
of a genius machine for eyeing prostitutes ||
| | the separator plays Happy Birthday,
lest the Beat poet Bettie wave to the walls
of Glory's mother,     but the smoky angel
that burns in secret is taken to the Marcus
John Museum of America to a corner
of the leaves that smells good;         under
Einstein they married; playing football
and acting like a madman,  understanding |||
that natural law Begins with the teeth
and takes the world of the cataracts
clinging to a nullity; **** and a crazy
beginning of reading,     you will die
on the paradisiacal beach of the city
to come. Calling a gypsy yellow is enough
in the warm light of the desert.  The origin
of the weapon of the great wind
broke the ghost,       the **** and fresh ***
of the daughter of the teenage witch
approaches the Host Corporation
of the rhythm and begins |to speak but only ||||||||||||||||||||
as a bright adversary |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||