
The propane tank shimmering gold balloon around its trench coat cotton belt its big bone boy the bulb above apartment eight erupts sans riddim.
It is smaller than a picture
It is a black bird. The star
In orange, characterized
By beaks and legs —
Kyurukuru — and warmth
To spare. Walks with a saw
In a bright place such as a lawn
Or field while he grasps
The efforts of mirrors and insects
In the evening from winter
To late summer he bears
A big group and gathers the spring —
Gyeen — one year of birds
The hole of a tree, like the sea
We make nests and breed a lot.