Poezja

It was 
a graceful exit 
with audacious idiocity. 
A cyclops was going 
for a dress disaster. 
 
Visitation 
of flesh, mars the beauty. 
Cheating starts 
between the pails of tears. 
I start hitting the planet. 
 
Let the bride 
sleep in fog. A volcano 
was going to shed 
the sperms on your 
shirt.