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 coers

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.

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

aves, 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.