Flour Flowers

1
the chairs and the tables are divine nudities
they don't care about shirts
that crash open and shut
the pyramids spread out since their wedding night
like moss on the floor
the hands are bouquets of blood
that flit through the lackluster sky
and smoke cigars of snow

2
in the chinese songs
the stars sing despair
life is a dark valley quickly traversed
sing dance and drink
counsel the songs
while you're young
for life passes like a bird in flight

3
the flesh on horseback
the blood on foot
the flower on plant
in the crumbs of star
water the flames
with drops of fire
the echo of lead melts in the retort

4
the heads of the flowers are filled with black ribbons
on their long tongues concerts are given to sleeping colors
concerts like the droning of the propellers of the moon
drive away the honey sun
i close my eyes and i open my windows
i open my mouth and i close my door
the metallic harvest carillons in my head

5
the stars protest against being locked up in medals
the scarecrows spit out their grains in their tears
the flowers deflower the flowers
later a stream will arrive singing and dancing
it will drink its pinkie
and leave the doors and the windows of happiness and unhappiness open
the clouds will enter and attack point-blank the commas and exclamation points
and the red hyphens between men and women

6
a drop of man
a smidgen of woman
fall into the bone garden
like the aubade
into the fur of the fire
the wind arrives on its four soles
like the horse on its four wheels
space has a vertical fragrance

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