Two cripples, pointing out a kite, on the sand. Or, two haiku poets, pointing out a kite, on the sand.
Of a wheelchair, in the swimming pool growing over with moss, with wheels like.
From the royal castle, smoldering and suffocating, where goes.
Though the trip with my family, at everywhere else we go, the woman having an affair with I see.
By my kiss, of playing soldier with them, as picking up affair. Or, by taking a sip from, of playing soldier with them, as picking up affair.