"throwing chocolates" a poem in free verse #19

The shiny lust of happy laughter subsides,
as I crucify myself,
looking for an accent.
I hit the ground crawling,
in vogue to the bravado,
in the air,
to hear the footsteps,
in the cries of my mouth.
Bravo, throwing chocolates, bravo!
To the sound of a baby crying,
plant it in the ground.
And I say to open my mouth,
what is over is done.
The laughter subsides,
to the sighs that become.
Bravo, throwing chocolates, bravo!
Don't ever listen to the proceed of the stones,
thrown by the bloom,
that sanguine raconteur of the,
bravado,
Bravo, throwing chocolates, bravo!
For the rich husbands of the ears of the bartender,
that leave me right here,
come see about me.
Open thy ears.
Bravo, throwing chocolates, bravo!
Thursday has to start,
when I'm in,
my looking back,
on wings,
as I am in love,
to walk on by,
to call for Fridays tones,
and what about Tuesday?
Sunny tones for,
Sandra's calling.
Bravo, throwing chocolates, bravo!
Wake me up to the cries,
of the sound,
of a baby,
throwing chocolates,
talking Italian.