Leafs in the air
Bring windy autumn
Green and still
Like tortoise shell
Floats
Emotion of ocean vawes.

Sole of a boot that cockie holds in spring
Blooms thorns of mellow melody in spring
And
It invites red sun
To cover stars at night
So cockie beak has blue to drink
Like night in spring
Like ocean of uncommon universe
Something foreign on human palm
And cockie holds firm to his boots
While Earth sings
Melody of mellow tune.

A bowe touches my dream in grey sand cloud
It sucks leafs from wet ground
Calls it fur of grief of future

Staples birds’ breath to the mist of sound

I call it order of nature.

My claws are in my eyeprints today.
It’s night.
They flow into multicoloured virtue.
Like bees on flowers.
To suck
To caress
To wipe off petal drain of honey.

Won’t you ask the trunk
Where drops of frost went?

Ether of contradiction poetry
falls into three wind leaf vibration
in the evening of kangoroo songs
when joeys are kicking wholes

Mid season

Air is fire and chalk
and coal

Coal breats out pink fingers tonight

Ether contradiction poetry
Oxides above tree trunks

They give nourishment atoms
to the eyesights of bees
and helicopters.

I am a porcelain plate
in palms of Dracula's
conversation with Devil.

He leads conversation
with the grammar of the Moon
when sun is touching
last rays of spring.

Ether of contradiction poetry
feeds birds' beaks
during the night

A poem sway
in the rythm of vicious evening
Raindrops
And

I step into
Above Earth.