The Somnambule's Crime
Waterfall
The guillotine in the desert is hilarious. Among the many horizons like a rosewood guitar. There is money in it. A little bit it happens. The blade like a blue oar. And the female rower and the stars are mirrored in the polished base. A train passing between the many horizons rattles the surface. Art-nouveau trout flurry up the rosewood tears into the rosewood rocking chair. A faint click the fishermen recognizes. Welcome home soldier. Polished rosewood soldier.