The Noise Poem by Dan Uriel

The noise is fresh, stretched, I wash to the waist and the water I'll put it on my heart. It slips to me so faithfully, cleanly, Ring in the bowl, play music Like the breasts of dancing girls. Whose room is open, That's how the world runs into it And as a child to Dad When he got a new dress And you can also circle in it. I'm not going to bully anyone, We know each other well, And the taste of bread from my members, Milk, water, and kisses are all over the place. I'm going among the workers