On the night of 31
you will not escape any
push off on a boat
sank in heavy seas
bounced over the dunes
gear dark thickets
skeletal imparruccata
without breast or potato
Your spirit trans-gender
will gap between the people
pray in memory
a lady and a sausage
She always comes out at night
and search for good fish
meeting the fennel
part curse:
"Crack cursed, go away!
Or did you rot of stale
ports wigs, wearing jewelry
try to steal one thousand peas
but the beauty is like a cow
and you remain an old whore "
