Under The Night

When you disappear behind the moon I wade through the fog,

after the rain... black and white and desperate.

I don't want to let you go.

Your flavor speaks to me in the forest,

as the wood embraces the moss

and as the moss waters

coldly...

Each drop falls

DEEPER.

I dream about you often,

An engine: there. In my south below.

Ursula's Prayer

Something was wrong amidst righteousness.

A man who borrowed your fork to feed himself SEAWEEDS.

"Hold on.

half-a-moon, this is an omen."

Amen, an omen.

You were pulled out of the sea.

Such a siren begging out of the waves

Risking Virgo's desire,

a woman walked by:

(oscillating between darkness and day)

"..."

Tarantulae over your body.

Blackened, barely.

"No. Absolutely."

a Skeleton:

"I never forgave you, Ursula."

About the Ocean

Truth is bright:

when all is said and done

a light will reflect above the sea,

quirky platinum on the surface.

Many traveling days,

Sea Phantom

the tea is served overseas.

How are you?

"I've been through life"

Again, seashells.

I will not forget where I was 2 years ago.

I remember you about the ocean,

warm, turquoise lime.

A line has been traced.

Rufus, do you listen sometimes?

Aunt Jemima's Fake Warmth

Aunt Jemima, yes dear, I am sinful.

Please swallow your tongue.

The wind is blowing colorfully here.

The sun wraps itself around immortal evenings.

You don't have to bring your fire to this vast oily field.

We have our own.

Your eyes are a lie, a white beam erected upon a

system,

a promise you once heard

and decided to somehow embrace.

May the sand wrap you mercifully

into oblivion.

Baby, cold water never tasted so good.

Royal? Farfetched.

May the poison be served before the banquet.
"So have I"

So many secrets woven unto your gown, mister.

Oswald we're both deservers of the throne

and at the same time inflicted upon society,

nerve-wracking, royalty upon your dirt.

A trophy, an exit passed by our lane.

I can smell the troubled air:

the vitriolic poison that ended your life.

They poured it when you were not looking.

Sudden Swamp

I am afraid I have forgotten you.

The days are full of youth.

A white breeze seizes my window,

through baby-sunshine.

There are no sandy days

the yesterdays are mint-green,

such honey and milk over your sacred fingers.

Surefooted I was a martyr,

properly and well to do,

with eleven sailors

throughout the Seas

(whether at peace or war)

I thought I was there, when I wasn't.

Therein (laying underneath dried leaves)

Across the cliffs

and at the very heart of the bone of the whale.

A voice said:

"Welcome to Ursula's Swamp,

where the todays are mint green

behind a night that beholds doom."

I thought this disease was over,

but the disaster was just beginning to turn white.

I don't want to talk about

the disease that spreads in the air,

not today in SUBTERRANEAN coughs,

between jokes that manage to

bring back

the

memories

that

I

thought

had

fallen

of

The Tree of Agnes.

The view from here is Blurry.

the Swamp quickly turns yellow as I manage to wade

between ooze of darkness.

black oil, slow and doomed.

Like ourselves,

when love is a harvest destined to be

a bad omen

and a black foreshadow

for this farm

for the sons of the sons,

the suns of the suns

that belong to

a vain promise

carried from a voice

to another,

3.000 years in advance.

There, I am hugging air,

despite a lack of field.

Vincent's Prayer

I believe in myself,

behind the white Night

and dark clouds.

I'm just there, hanging between

the ripe soil

and the sickening soul

of fearful ones.

The rain falls

disgustingly.

I will see better days climbing the summer fence.

Content in variegated dreams.

Oswald, the tide is cruel amongst us,

but I can see (from here)

that we are already winners.