"Transparent Bow" (New poem, 2021/12/24)

like the night with the knee
with a long steel blue and fluttering belly
pliable dead melted tender
and trees are playing with pipes

like a river to slow down it looks like a little dog
he comes out of it forever, waving
the return has an old worn-out garment
drifting war, unknown evaluation
for eye sockets over far-reaching deviations

sends the crazy shrunken great moon scorch
and posters, ancient as parched reads
the flickering tape from her teahouse

the feet stand up, the ivory ones are with the grade
before they find out about their escape
greenish breath
the particles of desire move
flickering jingles like a curved shutter

tinted smoothly enter girls
as every heat sleeps
still standing
his stones and gnawing stairs in descending effort
frustrating candles in the lights
are drone machines
fire up his night

old floor dress on gathered smiles
candles always like stars off the heads
time stutters
she breasts cataclysm
everyone curses a wonderful western night
not for a tree, people knock it
people cry, heads shine stiffly

mumbling of the points where the crowd spreads
golden infinity through the spiers
a weak flame is a sweaty squat on your toes and a pile of garbage
cheeky, comforting lunar
his grille poster

when and vigilance - eyes are companions
until Christmas
the stalls blowing in small and never facades
pushing through, and he and multiplying seeds
keep all gold for the light
transparent bow
shaking like splashing squawks of babies