The Night Clerk

The night air with owls cry invitation of canopies of writers to write the Days using the night pen jolting candle to the candidates aspiring to arson night. The pans and pots exchanging strong actions to the curve of the sea like seasonal belt. I preferred to belt ideas to conclude the departure of imagination under the wilderness wings of the soup, the night, where I power my thinking to pink rose. I raid it to trade the sound of night that of my belonging, the defame of fact to fiction looking strive to live under my enterprise. I cajoled the swirl wind from the sea pointing to talon meek of jealousy collided to collaboration the admiral salute me to the situation under the control of my country where I encountered Taibatou, the couple of days dash around the bush to the calabash of my thinking, it never too late to buy the truth with bullets of fact. Shining light to the shift of action to accost stirring on street with string of peculiar explanations shivering mind. Divining day wake with action sealed of blue cap contemplates the Inflections of words to describe the caravan of chagrin mammals with tiny ribs socket of sox seceded to sue the merchants of rogue. Daffodils color purple with flowers morning millet of null to answers. The breads sandal in my throat which I have to draw it with cup of tea to make the belly Assault the pang of hunger and thirsty like tricycles moving from left to right without clear definition. The sound of broom from unwilling woman woke the master to dance to the music, the imagination of life sings lullaby the stars smile like sinister expecting spouse running on the door to dull the light. The coat of Fabricated joke tore the night blowing scent, scene of stage amphitheater Like Luke of contort fact to consortium benefit. Why I have to wander the days sleep in the night wake up from the dream of success flagship my empty heart drink August to clinch thirst. I sweep the night to defuse tension that has been marrying me for Century of sentiment mad of violence concrete of concerts connect direct to the desire night cold as ice loud as bomb difficult as flying in the air without wings.