Unknown for everyone as difficult
matter the word that comes to me:
a lord violent, shady
but inhabited in flat biting
cingulum tough body
dry-hair over a beautiful broken face
unknown for everyone
a wagon for a wagon
always in the fog,
cottony, all day long
looked like he was sleeping
considered it all with formidable finds
the child cuspids battered
often prisoned
tough dry-hair
raised out by mother,
stories of histories
time immemorial
in the bistro spilling conversion
the preacher preached,
life on the screen on the street
without any distinction
a lord, a violent sir
head shady but inhabited
