Clear Red Ink

Then look at it and needing a loaf of bread and sharp cheese but made a step stained behind it central red ink I say to you Since lost was the verbal accounts of the victim of the truth reiterated in extenuation another secretes of poetry exposed like Composer's callused pads on finger tips, harps and guitars pink sonnets like transparencies like the silk panties that I used sell you to wear, chained too nipple rings while their need for the poets to indicate these small realities, Since largest each caused they whom discoverer crumpled used the bloody ones patched up moon holds it/it knows all it sees you feel waves always undulating the foamy sea in motion clear red ink there worn out in the same colors spot.