Accordingly, the mannequins released their claws
belonging, and tremble and shake in the vessel
copper, wiping the bottom inside out with his eyes
until they fall out, until it comes off
to nothing the dial in the rim of the ears that
entangled behind, combed on
wind from fast running, from crazy
rate of liquid poured into cups,
in each cup without skipping a single one
a guest He mumbles something under his breath
pounding into the base with drumsticks
the tree under which the tea party takes place.
From behind the tree at exactly one o'clock
a guard boy will come down from behind his left shoulder
will pull out the fishing rod and throw it to catch fish
in the center of the table, and when he is asked
why, then call him crazy,
because there is no fish under the tablecloth
his aunt, in fact she is not even under her skirts,
under sagging breasts behind the bosom
of an elephant, under his trunk, in the holes
punched for clear convulsive
breathing, asthenic, closed in
leg lock suspended on a curve
the branches of one who lets out smoke through
nostrils They dance hanging from rags
plastic-clay faces,
stretched on a high rock in time
windy, during a tornado, collapsed
quartered in the flesh. she moves
it flows from breath, from hops
scattered within street boundaries, against wooden ones
armchairs with hard backs, made of stone,
leaving no stone unturned
from this city, with cigarette burns
nose, in the fallen arches of choice, on
boats flowing down milky rivers
from the walls of cracked cobblestones, flowing down
cracked spines of leviathans,
wild, loose dogs that must
to bite the owner's hand while licking.
Good luck driving a boat in the fog
into the throat of split iron, with teeth
by hooking together the parts of Osiris.