Before And After Photos Of Waxing What Do You Reckon Of This Poem?

What do you reckon of this poem? - before and after photos of waxing

Brother

She sent a tower in Paris
and a tube of Amsterdam.
Week in these months
Objects wrote her diary.
A cloud of feathers
a rare bird and far.

I cooked the fish and pheasant
in the bar, where he had served.

Beer brewed in Belgium, Wine
buried in the vicinity of Rome. Table
Turkish carpets, paintings
Framed in the Ukraine. Taste
for dreams, such as orders, steam
grabbed me and cried.

Vodka and ice skates, "No
Total use, please.

A letter from Siberia. The
Coughing of men, women,
She smiled, before
left the train. At night, I laughed
in bars and watched the girls. When
The noise was loud enough

I told you. This morning
thought, this is my cell phone

Alarm. Remarks by bus
all accidents, such as wax
my heart. But the hospital
It publishes. The flood healthy
The trumpet
Relief. I have followed since

China, Thailand, spinning
Worldmy hand.

Her pictures are like doors
closed with a time.The
Are brothers of the village
my wall a picture of you
with the mother. My thoughts
through them.


We are here for each other.