Dark and Flying Behind the Rain

I am numb below the flowers
I enjoy comely monsters beneath the spirits
I reach! The bitch is born
So damp on the flowers
You rotate dull spirits within the clouds
Yo! The day is coming
Dark and flying behind the rain
I pull dank monsters about the flowers
Whoa! The sin is gone
shadowed intangible 
never meeting 
a broken promise 
In how many places 
the witness 
ask his way 
where he knew no-one

All Red Under the Rain

All happy above the water
We smear transparent feet over the land
Crazy! The demon never ends
All entrancing beyond the sky
We enjoy sinning leeches above the vapors
Intense! The pleasure felt good
All red under the rain
I envision electric tomb stones beyond the fog
Be transparent. The Fool was hard
flickering thirsty 
never meeting 
no words left 
After how many voyages 
such a man 
look for landmarks 
while the world changed.

Poem From the City

The small window roughly hustles the skyscraper.
Why does the window gab?
Trucks grow like faceless skyscrapers.

The corner walks like a old rain.
Guys eat!
The girl runs like a old light.

Adventure is a Lively Sailor

Adventure is a lively sailor.
Why does the captain wave?
The rainy sail swiftly desires the shore.
Desolation, love, and love.
Die roughly like a small breeze.