The blood
A short
slim athlete
Running
In track filled with holes
Like beehive
Asphalted on the ground
All that
Is for an oldman
To raise his tall from a dining table

You are
A Long Train
And singed
Such a hard labour
A disfigured lump
In a pale chromosome
Your voice is perspiring
And your sterile tall slant -wise to the left
So
Petrified me
Your very soul
When she pack her luggage, as a blindman
Plucking vines in the dust
Let it be
A Let alone
Your Head Gloves
And learn the names for ten touching things
And see for all
Without sacking their faces with your eyes
And throw them so
A beggar coins casted away in a dish
Laid down on the the fear's pavement
Let it be
Let alone
Your heart
It depends on who pays more !!!

Saturday
Cautious
Sunday
Gambler
Monday
A dying thrill
Tuesday
A Thousand eye duct
Wednesday
Ashes injected in the dusk
Thursday
Long tube with one end
Friday
Baby sat waiting

Half
That half
A frock ripped from one side .
Rusty metal .
A reclusive ideas .
A horn come out of the head .
They navigate the arteries of the street noise
To the middle of the jungle .
As a blind man pulls adrift
His plow grieving .
Six men who see from afar
Notice as memory slowly
The cardinal numbers of victims .
Ceiling below
Marinated houses Spiders
Can not get out of there
Without being hurt
A some color thread
Without trying to be in line to be judged by one
So do not pull it now ..
Nozzle darkness
Away from the fearful blue trigger
That reads aloud
His dialogue with the last three-legged chair ...

The noon whom tired
Play with its feet in the rush hour pools
And On the other side
A sudden Wall
Staring at his self made Lime
And made ******* look over my on amaze
As a vigilant rood
Wearing a trunk neck injected in him
Again
As an infantile ricochet
In the crowd
The same lost figured
It is still me within

Trams



Knitted smoke
And rosary of towns  
Unspotted in the rear of the lazy sky
Dreams getting grasps lackeyed
And ***** moon branded with loneliness
Smile tiling what left pariah .
Those survives the end as a woundless dagger
Did anyone ever stands ?
In front of the smoke
When He enters the mind carousel
Speck in the line of windloot
A walk to vanishes ....
All dare to trip ,
After the sundown curfew
When we lost an another episode of terrors ....

Vestiges




A morning pills
Rookery dismissed the asphalt veins
Upload to the guts
A long pipe with loop end
Useless
Any place is ready for a shred gaze ..
Another shrapnel of a flinch
Skins die young
A mile *** and feet misconception
Reach-less away the cloaked steps
A ****** stores in a single snapshots of a wake  

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Sat
A few verso to unlock the night
My shadow disarray me
And all roads weep in flinchlike
A **** turfs beside the sole entance's city
Lost in rhyme
A sleep or else no more an option
An occupying air extort my corpse
And plant an images and flanks in my head
Sat
A few steps to unlock the night
And the door mute
And all cities are falling now

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Mock the pain
Will perish if you passed away
Reach the escape pod
And no one will ever stain the quietude
Will provoke the gypsy body
Sad cars agonize my civilized body
Mock the pain
Nothing left to pay a visit toll

A skin leap


A time snails back
A façade or a glitch in a memento of my fingers
A circular dry pinned gaze
Lanes henpecked the nostrils bays
A sweaty pave walk with hasten mood and broken cups which could happen rapidly
A silverine .!!
If I try utilize a claws to grasp a thoughts
A twinkle plash bullying my visage as a vertigo stalk the choke cubicles
I watch the anti hero stop barred the curfew and mingles coat
All over my body .
Can I smoke a breath please