Fame and viruses
ankles resting on a GIRL with crisp golden curls. The curtain of gauze
he plays with the breast and then the wind
a bottle with a candle in the neck
full of dead flies.
heard the sound of Nairobi?
come the sailors of the churches
erotic harem with the Babylonians to buy pills Monaco,
Jesuits on white mules. The Empire
grin like a flashing neon
wants the blues than once.
Opus Dei smiles to Cayman, but
Zaire complains.
Harmonise the massacres.
rounded on the shoulders of pallbearers from the daughters of whiskey sitting
Ababa, and triumph, war.
The guineas are massacred
faces of alcoholic mothers, baptized,
the tombs already 'on top of each offer.
veiled death
justify the piles of blood on which the soldiers
off cigarettes.
time expands the gross
friendship of the trench, then yawns
bombs and ugly death rattle of the intestine.
dragged away because I was annoyed
mangled flesh in my oasis.
's all over, infibulation, in the tenth dream
forced to pinch her sister who does not speak.
You look like a crystal amulet
and cry in the reflection of a virgin
that has nothing.
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