The Unlucky Sun


Forest bandits weave dreams in the eyes of the river 
The noise of civilization robs the fish of sleep The hearts of the far-near roads are wounded
The tree stump is now an ammo
Shadow walks on a bullet-ridden leg
 A changing climate attacks the world of clouds
 The fetus of poison vapor is in the womb of the sky 
Discrepancy of seasonal cycles  is on the horizon 
The language of blood in the chest of green grass 
The Mathematics of Dissatisfaction is on Butterfly Wings
Democracies of defeat in seven days of the rainbow
 Inventions in fresh account books kill themselves
 Nerve cells in the brain melt in the reproductive system 
Vascular blood vessels in clotted lesions
 The calendar is defective in the clutter of days
 Intellectuals are bought and sold 
Sometimes the sun itself seems unlucky .