thorny caltrops

wisdom inside the bell
and something else
excursion
fragile young motherfucker
fear-year passed away
morning ceremony
late afternoon drinking
sunday and evening
fearing beauty
incomprehensive discrepancy
what is unimpaired?
riding a ride

ninety-nine orchids
one hundred acres of trees
miscellaneous lychee leaves
are so glorious that i will be
embarrassed when i am ruined
also a scar

everyone is competing with greed
and it is not a matter of questing
in the meantime i have been concentrating
on people and i am embarrassed
chasing after chasing
and ignoring the rest
the old man is swearing
and falling into the rain
the fall of the autumn
chrysanthemum

longer breath than breath
lonely lonely multitude
less than or equal to the prescribed extent
and also agreement
not regrettable
gloom
final unbelievable public opinion or
woman's jealousy moth blowjob
dance from the beginning
to the beginning
the degree of circumstances
late falling death of death
surplus insolence

repentance is not observed
and the delays will be reversed
looking back at the car to take the road
and the fans are not far away
step by step and stop
if you can't get in
you can get away from you
i don’t know that it’s already awkward
although I have not changed my mind
i can punish my heart
straight to death and ultimately
to the wilderness of feathers
i don’t know how to repair it
i am not satisfied with the situation.
the public can't talk about it properly
and no one checks the rest of the situation
nor can they

i left the end of my life and died
look forward to the future
and look after the people
do not chisel and squat and fix it before you fix it
mourning when improper
take a slap in the face to cover up the waves

solid vortex clouds
summer
afterwards
imperfection error
misdirection
sorry no results were found
bamboo shoots
bamboo shoots
morning sunset
evening sunset
lustful descent
daily living
drinking with a horse
mr. Han
on mount ichiba
only to learn
he is equal to a sheep
he says that seeing a bird flying
is the same as saying
night is night
or that vulgarity is the same as
well-being
he strikes me ambiguously

on my pilgrimage
i noticed a band of hooligans
trapped in their boat on the way to the falls
rushing headlong into white water
howling with rage and anguish
karma is a strange retort
there are a lot of shackles
it is hard to move sometimes
in the evening
i speak only with a poor stone
and only then is the pilgrimage made
i linger there mourning
in the high hills
and in the erotic palace of nature
i sat down and folded
ragged dirty linens
convinced everything about everything
was rather reasonable
considering the enemy

i've seen proud singers
who believe in beauty and rudeness
but i am reluctant to change
i see the four poles
and the glory of the majestic dying
but the rest is still evil
and the human mind is hesitant
and suspicious
and it is not appropriate
to be comfortable
but you can endure this ancient
middleness
people are different from one another
and every party is unique
and still the orchid remains
unspeakable
and the soil is full of sputum
and for me the aromatic pepper
is also like a desperate spirituality
a young male kitten
may have the mind of a girl
no one knows
what is the uniqueness of grass
do you still have to succeed?
can you still be beautiful?

the sesame orchid fish
the cars
the rivers
all
are moving away
so sorry
sorry now
there are no new items
ladies and gentlemen are playing a game
under the japanese style furniture
pardon me there are extraordinary decorations
and the circumference
of all observation
moves up and down
up and down
the thoughtful breath
is the same as pole work
every place and name has a story
thorny caltrops that's my stripper name

many strange birds live next to this rope shop
which is built under the local water shrine
there is a rope building room under the water
as well as a roofing lid
entering in there is a purple sow pepper corridor
but now our evil president
has pickled our rope shop
so that a higher grass has invaded the fruit garden
it's chaotic riding clouds
in burning rain dust
but everything remains
like the fragrance of flowers
the flowers
the masters and others
and old age is like an elegant pole
hewn from imperfections
like blue bamboo
or blue and purple striped bamboo
and moving in the circulating wind
there hangs a cloud flag
of a single weather republic
where sadness and sorrowfullness
attempt living in separation
but always rejoice and find happiness
in some new knowledge

we are and will always be
the baggy clothes band
a crowd
and red riding leopard
the literary farmer
will still denounce the shishi car
emblazoned on the bamboo grass flag
i will not go back to the end
but i will come back to you after this road trouble
above the clouds
and maybe god is rain
and its true priesthood is forgetfulness
and fortune which both advance and decline
in varying measures
intertwining like cotton vines
are children grudges?
but i've forgotten
are you thinking
your imagination moves quietly
and seems stuffed in a rainy day
like a monkey
or a noun?