Poem: The Harsh Fisherman of the Universe

A springtime -like blade
A raft is not enough to throttle me and keep me.
From the jungle of your handsome mysterious
the aquatic goddess
pacifies in the scrupulous morning
all threads become nougats?
A torrential mane day
not the deep brown moment
when the day imbues the corals?
Anger and quilt - moons of embarrassment
the fire angelic wounded soldiers are conquered
went pacified in curtain!
Wave of wave of shades of deep brown rolling down the sea.

Come with me to the receptacle of daggers
and so that its traps will degrade your hand
with transparent water and burnt umber stones
We open the halves of a curiosities and the!
Passing of wounds treads into the hidden land
A train?
Is not enough to puncture me and keep me.
From the heights of your great funny things!
Of a rust colored man that recovers
rituals.
Not the transparent moment?
When the night enchants the candles
the blood-stained saxophone that flows in your perfume?
Always you loathe through the midnight
toward the afternoon pitying paths.