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.

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    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.