A Poem for Painters

An order for painters

JOIN WIENERS

Our age is facing empowerment
How can we show our faces?
I'm feeling love
My lips stand out
Dry and want
his
Oh it's okay
My order will show its need.

Then we move towards forces
We have no control. Only
In order
A picture that we govern
Line by pen
A foot in the painter's hand
Away from me

Face drawing
And its violence
So no one can bother to deal with it.
As long as they are in hand
They did the forces
can not understand.
She's hopeless
My face is on and will show
In any man's fine lines.

I had once loved my palm.
See the lines there.
How we played
Her game is playing now
In white and white fields.

My head, love,
My meat structure in the structure
Fine spray Like
French perfume
So I'm light
Hill glorys
And I'm full of fragrance
The end line

No circle
But it crosses two parallels
And take your souls and bodies
As the planet,
The surface is showing light
Our skin, knowing
A lot of this flows
Down the veins
Our cheeks filled with it.
Pocket full


2.

Pushed by incomplete
Who goes before me
I'm hesitant before this paper
Scratching for the right words.

Paul Klee stood up for seven years
On the glasses to prepare, to prepare
Their line, says Levy, look
On her face! Who has spent
My whole night drawing

Sun too
Starting on the ceiling is rising
w / violet. I start blue
Why we are good to know.


3.

My middle name is Yusuf and I
Walk around the ass on her way
Bethlehem, where a new babe is born.

Yes but not the other hand
The first print on cloud clouds.

America, occupy you


4.

Köldon Scholar.
The body is bad
Eyes shot

Aspect with the road
Wiper and heavy armed robbers.
There are restrictions on the injured
But it's bleeding. Bath -
Rooms are full. Oh wait
Lentils
We are walking


5.

Keep me here
Stay in your yard yet.
I go out of range
Without defense,
Oh attack


6.

At the end the game is over
And line length.
Stay with what we know.

This love is my power, this
I'm more powerful than that:
Desire
they also
On face: gone.
When my bed was my bed bed
And I stood up.
Such a complaint, heart complaint,
You hear one day.
And I will not ignore
When the summer goes,
On the streets, like the song
Countrywide companions

Go with this guy, if you are required,
But hit us and leave us on our way.

The mission of the South, Seattle,
On Sierra Hills,
Middle East and Michigan,
Once again, easy to move
Come to Chicago and
Livestock is calling the country
Together on the canon,
Not to be caught carefully
At night, they are still out,
Destruction and down
South, familiar land,
Lively places, blue mountains
In California, Black Mountain
And you can sleep, or
Direct states

I can not think about their names.

This country is so big, like
Our hands, our love is
With no boyfriend, just watching
Beloved, back home
In heart, New York,
New England, Vermont Green
Mountains, and Massachusetts
My city, Boston and the sea.
After this kissing kiss
The sea can not tell us. Weather.
Only remember the heart
And recorded in words
Of work
We look for those people
Who can come


7.

at last. I'm in the last defense.

I have no poems
wilde beestes, no
Lady of Lake Music
Sector, or penis