Weaves With China Bangs What Say You To "China Demons Of Morning" Poem?

What say you to "China Demons Of Morning" Poem? - weaves with china bangs

Yew, negative or zero, unchipped China
The word for today.
Morning Tea served bitter.
I drank a glass broken.

Sed danger twisted into braids
Thinking ... not very steep
Finale ... not yet.

With the hope of the shops in the beautiful morning
For the night.
Perhaps the night is
My corner.

Now demons Rings
Some of these eyes ...
And I laugh. Alcohol, SIP.

The demons are the demons
Only once ...
Very quickly, twice.
Today. Morning.