First, I’ll burst into loving ya
As if some rural crazy guy
Performs the same with the sows of his,
4 he is up to tear off any beast a get it burnt over,
He hasn’t got a single clue or a mere hint
of about that this a such a doomish destiny trick
‘Fore the face of the firmament, so
inevitably aware of us.
Then, I‘d anticipate your very being,
As the fowls long for the flight,
When they fall into oblivion
involving the chilliness and the gasts of the air.
Accasionally I happen to see in my dream
a repulsive bed with the overstarched linen as crusty
as the avaracity itself.
It’s more than impossible to forget you,
To give up the idea of you,
It is as if getting stumbled over the sky.
In the same way the beast feels the clumps within its breast
lying on its spine and having its head tossed upwards,
watching its last refuge plausible
it has to accept the unavoidable
Smelling as the very stomach of a wolf.
I love you, in the same way the night is loved by those
who are unbearably ugly,
in the same way the monks are proud of their chastity and
the cows trust in the dawn beyond,
the cows which are merely the deaf-a-dumb kids of
the vastest moors.
And when they cease peering at one another...
Their gazing about the hidden warmth of an alien’s kiss,
about the bread which grows
over the head, with its stems,
Also ‘bout the revery, fragile and subtle and complicated,
As a snowflake on a sleeve
of a Scandinavian who is a wondering clochare
Occasionally and run across the residue of the dusk
Somewhere on the bottom of a barrel
and within this dusk, a farmer’s daughter
In the lust of her ‘scattered’ legs
over a straw bed
Remembers nothing but the rotten and tarnished teeth of a shepherd.
She keeps in mind his promise
To buy her newish frock
and the odor of the beer rolls all over,
Reeks about from every vomittable hut
provoking an actual disgust
and a goat butts a broken wooden mug,
wich is left behind on a threshold,
So where the gown of dad
evokes more tenderness
in the heart of chaste daughter,
than a dozen of athlets
with the easy pace over a summer grove...