He Was A Bull Man Before

He was a bull man before,
King of the bowl, my lucky animal.
It was easy to breathe in his cool land.
The sun sat in his armpit.
Nothing molded. Little invisible,
They served his feet and hands.

Blue sisters sent me to another school.
Lived monkey accept under the cap.
He continued to blow kisses at me.
I hardly knew him.

You can't get rid of it easily:
Murmur-claws, tearful and sad,
Fido Little-soul is familiar with the gut.
One trash can is enough for him.
Darkness is his bones.
Call him by any name you want, he will come.

Mud pool, happy face with sty.
I married a rubbish closet.
I go to bed in a fish pond.
The falling sky is always here.
The pig's mud fun is in front of the window.
Star beetles won't protect me this month.
I build my house in the cecum of Time,
Between ants and mollusks.
Duchess of Nothingness,
Bride of hair-tooth.