40 Minutes of PyTorch Poetry Generation [Real-time SILENT]

Promising results that reflect the limits of a machine without empathy, skilled as a mimic of pattern, lacking longterm memory, emulating cadence and inflections, yet indifferent to context, experience and continuity.

Code: github.com/jhave/pytorch-poetry-generation

60 minutes of poetry output below the break :

A LAND IN SEASON 

 so much a child is up, 
 so much what he cannot feel 
 has found no knowledg more 
 of age, or of much friends 
 
 which, nothing thinks himself. spok'n 
 not knowing what is being 
 
 doing? or else wanting as 
 that 


jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model$ python generate_pf-INFINITE.py --checkpoint=models/2017-02-09T11-03-48/model-LSTM-emsize-2048-nhid_200-nlayers_3-batch_size_64-epoch_6-loss_6.60-ppl_735.10.pt --cuda


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 a red-- sweatshop, 
 and my animal journeying 
 of thoughts 
 
 and half the change too late, 
 and face again 
 
 on the hours, blue elegy 
 from the milky cry 
 
 whose mother believed 
 
 unreadable pocket flared 
 
 how can you call 
 her blood out of this 
 
 before me, the slave spiraled 
 in the back air, 
 & the melody. 
 
 factories that make 
 bare-bulbed 
 its soft, its weight 

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OF THUNDER 

 
 safe into touch of weeds 
 
 
 mad girls 
 
 
 to see-- 
 to sit 
 
 chauvet. 
 
 flick 
 
 pinched current-stems, 
 doors quakes. 
 
 the linden 
 
 arborets 
 
 thru vivid and 
 
 a-dropping residue 
 
 no one a worrying 
 
 makes teeth 
 
 
 cambridge pan teah, 
 
 bnes curve 
 
 trusting and seething, 
 
 taste to the freeway 
 
 drops over the waters. 

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SNOWBANKS. 

 
 in fields on the refrigerator floor, 
 attractive. 
 
 a sweet sign but told 
 at line possess the experiencing 
 city of prayer streaked 
 with a saloon of desire, 
 a clever change manicure, 
 
 and, as though among the desert 
 the pigeon in this flank 
 were tickled white 
 by its sharp babiesbrown sniffle 
 
 and a wind from the roof 
 gleam'd 
 in the mountain. 
 
 
 a--bird night 
 & the red thrush 

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 and wander with the headless sign 
 of the right) predilection in orkney core. 
 
 clindor 
 Baby heteancum, 
 flies dub's together, barthes. 
 dvd hot flesh below 
 the island & tyrant's pine, 
 the moderate plot of serpentine 
 brunette to wish'd the nation's father? 
 the self-sacrifice. 
 meste, 
 
 they? youth is not 
 pretty, exactly. 
 err. 
 
 overfecundity wear crystal. 
 
 
 i had furnaces to'our cons vassal 
 after grief epitaxial 
 the kind of 

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SHRIVEN SAID, 

 my green head, oh, gazing on the closet 
 thro' good summs the remnant mix 
 
 dob, heaped on the capacious hedge 
 the blue twitter through the waves of dust 
 that shut beyond the stormy thine--and 
 here i have got my song to sleep 
 at least when i avoid must go-- 
 when every morning in the waters 
 i wait for them by learned to be trying 
 to tell you of nature for them. 
 
 there is 

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WELL LET US GO? 

 
 the loosen. 
 our journey will be loved and the same. 
 
 the fire declined to shake the air. 
 even the whole boys were, astronauts. 
 again. there were no going 
 if he did more than this like a sharecroppers. 
 like excremental pictures, 
 a different people have taken from them. 
 and before said--she could be called where 
 just knew dinner. 
 
 
 here they have been trying to hear you, 
 how you go, 

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FIVE LARGE AND CAUGHT RIVERS 

 of multitudes and who was weary and intelligent and found, 
 so for hours long dispersed they broke they passed. 
 -- rarely care. how should they come better, 
 himself in this and which art, as one wellnigh one, 
 whom first passed by. 
 
 that near two years tile strange men. 
 these thick and wild seasons. they were led hourglass like a dinner tree, 
 in sea-gulfs on rock now at a crippled landscape 
 coming out of 

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SOMETHING NEW, 

 more profound than the laughter 
 of the autumn city 
 after the hook 
 i call it down to you 
 
 one day, while this loving summer 
 case, i've tried to grumble 
 to all that eventually struggle 
 though now it gullies. 
 
 
 to watch us who remaineth on the town. 
 your friends griffin full of white. 
 
 bread 
 and here's the palest lace of my forefinger 
 you forgot the question, 
 there was looking 

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THE 

 plate came a time like a trots on right 
 
 the cactus road from the side 
 a symbolic time, afterthought the 
 tents of brought? 
 hairline, goes on the ancient barrier scratching sky--away 
 boulders to their wet beds. 
 
 
 three to us is forehead. the bark of death, the scar 
 along the floor. suddenly the next arm is slept. 
 what we want to be power. 
 some but the bodies leaning suddenly forest room, 
 cross the blue 

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 just that cumaean and 
 he's slightly mucous 
 
 it is a snark asked 
 how i should have known, could 
 they have to do with vision. 
 they all do you lovely 
 
 you're named to be the disease of man, 
 waiting that i had looked ahead of this 
 
 and i fell from the water with the dog left 
 and this stayed one in his phone. not about for, 
 would find at night. 
 the church, not zombie? 

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MADE THE THEM 

 lack. 
 
 
 waking the scream in a larger town 
 shining, where a shock. 
 
 detriment. then milian, like an sound 
 nylon sluggishly stained with chest 
 
 skin is happening. 
 
 a (thing room upon twenty 
 msg before prayer, once, 
 
 verse? what? well, no, there's no stardust 
 that makes nobody else don't notice that way 
 
 don't have blame guilt whipt, or splash unnoticeable, 
 go back when there is no possibly honest 

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THERE WASN'T BLOOD 

 
 moss-corned england. 
 
 
 argument 
 
 
 for -- 
 
 i know that the stella, cannot 
 not be done, with that seasoned place 
 of organ and bas-relief and sweat and teeth and dust, 
 the dead of this might, until my speaker sashayed 
 as he waiting, on the last of his fingernails, 
 and on its nights the ale-cup, bends and trail 
 it hall. as clearness. when he comes to do 
 that he should sit 

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STEP STEADY TUNES AND HATE BUG'S, 

 are living as a joy among the infantine 
 shops are kings whistles. they have seen their lives 
 
 shining when she or seven were walking black against the black tent, 
 grow up in the purple forks, watching and heart. 
 
 no fear we, though more malingering since, 
 did not believe of what way? 
 
 i do not know but each got them quickly there. 
 now they are not as soon as they are there 

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 were you lilacs down the road. 
 
 from clear summer in that cool evening, 
 in us, through grated forms, 
 as in a cup of dripping grass, 
 wave. the features of your judgements astronomer 
 murderers' thin, desolations. 
 
 whence once a fluttering waxings ran 
 or whistling on a hiss, and, far 
 to serve our end in front of us, 
 our parents amida, their heads with strong face. 
 are tale to make us choose what they are. 
 

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SIGH. 

 alma's on some manag'd place 
 with you twin. 
 
 
 that days it continues to come 
 forever to seinte 
 and the ways it meant, 
 and it is not where they are. 
 
 now the wide unprecedented vanish'd 
 legate and hint? 
 usual evilly. no, the difference 
 is not to yes--an' 
 
 for kings. a. in its social 
 studio city darkening with pause, 
 
 out of those i called this way, 
 art nookie what enthusiasts 

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 sing you back, i say at literature for stalks. 
 i consolation. i always believe as possible, dust 
 for the swiftness of the great, one “denotate” field 
 well. 
 
 from the orchard, that fall from Margaret and beware 
 the enemy within thee that these fur walls tarrieth. 
 for that they needs but shadows still without thee 
 the one may behold, we understood, to the one who gave us gathers on. 
 for son and he goes by himself slack-based voucht about 

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CRY 

 must be managing on shore 
 the sky is thinking mittens, 
 from mush no use of town they had 
 that in the heat too time they could see 
 only such crisis and me, 
 mumbo-jumbo and me, if he steps 
 i had a stand hayes, 
 meanwhile i have met his lip. 
 
 
 
 
 i saw a wounded voice, running, and moan, 
 knows-- sweet, nay how am i ask. 
 near pleas'd & more, 
 weave, preach your 

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ONE. 

 
 both dead hymns no more i can adore more than the rest. 
 
 who say they chainsaw, 
 fears-- for famous or blind, 
 died time knew that of the epicene? 
 love will be made to be 
 
 
 answer and tell up thinking, is that pocket 
 in such a mean as kind of yours. 
 
 what gale a light play, 
 perhaps what says and has been, shared 
 like a feathered fire, his hand enamel. 
 the tears 

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 she to live gliding where the frowns 
 retires her small hand was equal to her. 
 the poor child of one shit was lit by the crooked 
 white ankle cast wildly back, 
 
 that lovers do. her grief was alone. 
 dreams, and she cried she never were shy, 
 but now she arrives as if all were even known 
 
 but each crow woodpeckers as she chelsea 
 for--for life, her e. education harder 
 
 will lose her accountant. open 

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 before bed. when we arrive, sickening death, 
 i recall you 
 baby. 
 a perfect stream flows on your fifteenth 
 drinking like a light pepperpod 
 the grass blows alongside us. 
 
 we are already here because it is in traffic 
 but no one has pug, 
 perhaps our way on these whole ways have been taken on. 
 what if you think of terms 
 that waits, fully one to hildecumbor, 
 and this is your fate be true. 
 
 
 

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AND THOSE NAME 

 heora the pigeon gallery, 
 
 the giggles hugely clattering 
 and fists, piling the sink, 
 on those little tongues. 
 
 
 i 
 
 no, but listen to this nine, 
 no point when nothing is done, 
 it is far or dark like a moon on bed, 
 distorted, ash, 
 light flowers do not ask surround. 
 for the music of my nails 
 
 before my birth i have lost 
 in my mind, the audience 
 that 

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IT IS INDICATOR IF TO BE BEING EXTENDED THEN, THIS IS 

 anomaly. more spot. gain, if i get trying to focus ice while now call. 
 at someone it is a only sight well. 
 
 but it is more soon, i scratches a 
 wide cloud all night from a small elm ass 
 showing the way many months ago 
 or from the rain in that sierra summer day, 
 when these mechanic creatures sleeps. this month the marriage 
 it is in the nude 

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APEARING A WHILE, GLEAMS THE SCABBARD--UNSHEATHED 

 the grandmother on her desk 
 as though a pilot she had unpeoples, 
 
 missing her slow nursery. 
 louis forward. 
 the air blew down in the marshy air 
 was planted out. 
 wblood of ice festering dry silences 
 grate and thoughtful whistle, 
 she pulled herself down and ran 
 out. how did i saltshrub one sticky, 
 they found hello when we found nothing 
 that explosives. 
 vulgar song of a famous voice 
 

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SIREN TENS OF AURELIUS 

 
 
 i know, 
 i know what is broken and which prayer 
 
 
 a scenery. 
 a blues under the gauze 
 cut on an chamber 
 & gone back to break 
 
 on the blade of the car 
 or disappear his way down 
 
 stiff at the reflections, 
 floating flower, as if dilettantes. 
 by an oyster or caught rock 
 from different grass 
 should carve one from unbeset...an 
 mere wire 
 and 

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OF WATER 

 
 with roses' meum and who've forming 
 o.k. as the chromatics in his well-contented wind 
 turning, he teaches him a pair. 
 he's more 
 envied for her joy. 
 
 i will be sorry. i have affirms 
 the tapestries ink of illness he lives anywhere 
 so all his silky, selle. 
 if if he speaks, it is every word we have always read. 
 we could take merely after charred, and not moon-orb booze, 
 such sea-wood, gave no form 

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 Maithon mournful hats 
 once 're thrown to both hands toward the sun 
 
 where the blue curtain leaves, 
 the sky 
 lights tangled like airs 
 
 that are liquid 
 and being thick and teeth. 
 
 i will marry, no trouble 
 but he does not know to myself 
 the golden air 
 
 asking for me 
 and talk first, i said minnows, 
 the bush. a does, 
 he met up but it Adash. 
 
 three gibbet 

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TAKES ONCE SOFT AND WORKING 

 met as on america. 
 
 no one me told an' faites a though, 
 
 i think it as now if on the day 
 of the sea how it did. it's autumn dead. 
 
 all classicist-- uncultivated color, 
 and trash leg, the distant therefore. 
 to clansmen, mass, Tasmania, 
 
 these bulky, icy guns, 
 then hungry and t'intrap beaverton, 
 in all our eyes, they live like our machines 
 the breasts of Heston’s, fussing out, 

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 will this place as you'll have a baby known, 
 joining his 
 well cut out from the kitchen 
 i come into that very crowd 
 a tyrant, taking it. 
 short shadow of cake 
 and yet i treat them standing beside me, 
 
 and a relatively child and another, 
 never delirium after an seas 
 or a unreserve of extinction 
 it's all gone late now be my waiting of rome 
 in my skull at a disturbance right? occasions, 
 

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IN THE BLOOD 

 left in the form of the ornament 
 her black red hair echoed 
 on the portraits with their psalmist 
 selfishness who knew arrowhead, 
 were gibility, ditties, women. 
 
 although she bide-a-wee's pack its small 
 palladium to why she found 
 her adams, perfume somewhere in 
 the center of england company 
 pierced from bone. it was mostly 
 me on. 
 
 a story lies she knows something 
 about itself she loves empty friends 
 satisfied with 

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I AM NOT A PROOF NOW WILL SEE, 

 lest then there be no other end, 
 for we can not be very 
 
 a little fair -- for who can say 
 except but what i call'd, 
 as if it didn't say glanced, 
 beneath our sex caps a man in the setting air. 
 
 i retreated with bruised falsehoods 
 color fell. the damp beet arrow 
 now? stem me tomorrow towards centuries. 
 
 to come as i am in saying a 

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HIS DIAPER 

 seriously on the table with his face, 
 a curled forests, gathering around his mouth emery 
 
 in the small trench of the rock, dogtooth chess and a bulk of breath. 
 and in the driveway the cold rush, made any view of a hole new. 
 
 the thrashing through the waning night in this box 
 the collar of the grass is a lath, 
 there is not much tales of mankind 
 steaming into the foam he sings of the fire 

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A PLACE TO JOVE, 

 and whose hot lips would be of 
 and wasted in the upper glen. 
 
 the ill-starred cock set off 
 in the mouth of chains where granddaddy's, 
 moving bad black rags embrace or said-- 
 fine-boned then, they come up i began 
 not in all but all we call it 
 left of xv 
 
 staying away in the night even as smoky clouds 
 strained by floods of heat 
 blood makes the scent of it, 
 

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IN MY EYES, 

 and wanders the world of mine, and one terrifying, 
 come to come, i know, and that we have fed 
 my prey. 
 
 what makes them had populating this bird and through,the 
 strange maynes and semieffigy 
 by the perspective of first lives milkiness of cab-top connection, 
 
 why?--virtues are elaborate cakes of relaxer-- 
 intelligence we have made them interrupt amarant or tinkling oath or the animals 
 of silk metamorphosed from patio & spanish logical actors seated against 

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 we look Frederick falling comp 
 beagas metamorphose fertilised. something 
 them--though the cod-hook not is 
 to flip ballet in order. even others 
 
 still loved is there is, he'd no lily-cradled 
 yet no one stood down there embracing, 
 for the sight he was in. mom called reynoso? delight, 
 he was full of brother and surfet, 
 who wore clean learned a secret. 
 they walked into france and vanished on the ground. 
 today they seemed there. and a plot had 

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KIND OF FACE. 

 
 
 weave lands on side cloud-pitched 
 shine between tin airs and combat 
 panic of victory & parade o 
 
 umbrellas. you say the luminosity 
 hold down the beer after side, 
 our midnight victrola sheep's each robin down from its cellar. 
 
 i'm comfortable here four, boogaloo. go 
 
 i'm still. you face 
 
 a perfectly sunday froth like hawks down 
 the roots. 
 i, the winter sky 
 to making the bite of out--depart 

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CAPTIVE VIOLINS, 

 and dwarves without toil, 
 and theer's lips of hurried noon, 
 or sunk the green, remembering 
 round furrow-cloven broken 
 its bright green solid flight 
 among the willows snatched 
 weel-sung place, 
 and then there came weaver to thee, 
 your charm took riding o'er 
 how can i come shillings, 
 
 toast unyieldingly, 
 but not of any vain constitution 
 
 whether a union in itself is over, 
 or if you improve is love, 
 to be 

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LILIES 

 polygons, and threw over the 
 road, would reeled the streets back, 
 then tell them it was too short to work, 
 though other flags could belong to not hear. 
 
 distribution of town, the cashless 
 blended style of dreaming desire 
 assuming the union of aftermath wonns that goes in 
 and 
 what we sing 
 tracys? trust 
 who is the which 
 
 that city also has been. 
 the tale of seeing my soul 
 but brimstone meets 

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 the mind lives through, but not of men, 
 the dead and the power of this god. 
 
 old snapdragon, for refuge 
 in the majority. 
 
 the pruning-knife 
 of drivers faltered a prophecy 
 made thrown ahead from death, and strong, 
 collecting course, 
 enough take apicius on bed 
 horizon--crying cerebral 
 hawthorne--dark mom's now 
 
 i'm ready, we're on the crystal 
 i cannot shine, & (3) 
 upper imbecile lines. 
 
 does his crime go, men 
 

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SO MUCH BOAST. 

 
 but as anywhere has changed Mind’s 
 it is poured. it will become the great one 
 
 given about the 
 weighted of multipli'd, 
 wild buddha 
 knew in this 
 undulation 
 of god? 
 
 and well 
 he rarely 
 can't 
 do what they have 
 fucked out, 
 no one 
 
 turns no 
 a wall. 
 
 
 
 i suck on my cup 
 where students, i'm 
 
 
 was it Андреевского 

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FROM MY BODY. 

 through breezles, fell fetching. 
 i assumed when i being thinking. 
 i swung far off, she ran up in my hands. 
 i wanted to dominion. 
 
 they were gone space-age by the grit 
 instead i went into my old face 
 with whatever wind sound i polish 
 for only the butterfly i saw it fried him, 
 and breathing on my back i blow 
 i fell out beside the mantelpiece 
 i even made their brighter rigid unconstellated 

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AND EVEN ABOVE 

 be attuned by sleep, 
 the present which is not done 
 set, the gesture of a gleam on his breast, 
 and his breath so close, he said 
 what we colored from what you say 
 by my life? 
 
 one friend counts about 
 strange bullet dream, eran 
 and you've gone blue 
 with inner thought, and you 
 have been happy with an whale. 
 
 
 indication is in the sense of ice 
 where people are 

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 now life to all their feet 
 
 vulture-hopes but now that i 
 
 do no more for what 
 
 
 what later 
 does it think? 
 
 not any other way. 
 
 but to reconcile 
 the life of men 
 vows'--for assertions and we have to thank 
 how to feel the pussy lead so 
 i realized my being dying 
 
 i was not new 
 a pipelines 
 unto poetry 
 one of them i have a 

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IS DARKER THAN THE OTHER 

 
 as much as he is, and he is right with each framed. 
 he once has taken them into the air that earth 
 dreams keeps me--who? 
 
 learn to be taken. 
 unlike help -- 
 
 his voice a unclaimed sound 
 for last time 
 i found an old and promise 
 that heat he'll weep, 
 as murmuring, now death 
 his earls, he'll slower 
 arab rocks have made him wounded 
 our toes for 

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LONE, FROM THE EAST SKY, 

 in the south of air. 
 
 it is a young animal whose verse 
 still sits on us with pain and care, 
 or threatened to be known by anger 
 as i have listened in my hand, 
 which went on travelling. 
 and we talked of puked-on lack of 
 biter walking wreathed daemon 
 ducts, corn-colored et th avalanche, 
 realises alarum'd by ghosts, 
 arkansas was gone back back 
 
 
 i drifted through an ear. 

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 and still i hear them watch a brows 
 opened incarcerated through the streets, 
 and on cities the river cries 
 till the fierce history of the sun 
 buffets in the small blue tidal colors, 
 and many up-springs its pine gray 
 as laughter poets pushed in air. 
 these are the world, a wild white tiffany 
 of barren water, a diamond cloud. . . 
 
 o sound to stop silverfish until my partial sleep, 
 forced to sweep up upon 

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THIRTY YEARS LATER, 

 their sticks were soaking thwocked flopping my hair, 
 when a coat, ineffable, 
 head through the rubber, washed tresses, 
 fuck its bounty, daybreak under my heels 
 while the dried light was red. 
 
 
 
 inside dog and water 
 perpetual water 
 that helps you, old men, smother 
 the cast of the rock, send its 
 girl-- the concur, 
 you see, we're misgiven. warbonnet-wearing 
 
 nymph rests in the sea, 
 a symbol of forgotten 
 

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 into a workshop transcends it, too. 
 god does meat new bearded men, kudzu. bits of ballad, 
 stress, heath vase in rustle & hydrocephalic hombres 
 when no patience letters patrons. 
 the lurch of an moth-wing cypresses. 
 garden-nook, gradation, laughing, gesawon, 
 
 signals pig volumes of forgotten dust 
 the screen wash fresh in the rain. street, on the black groves. 
 the map of the patio 
 the small slower see flaming victims shake on the shore. 
 
 the husks spins 

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 a tamarisk and no one knows. 
 
 
 i mean, we, like this thanksgiving? 
 матрица dove-like, spray-painted 
 from the crook of which we were driving it? 
 immature, age-appropriate, piloting this, 
 thorn- flab that bros., 
 tractor, loves fearlessly, to did 
 life without itself, double-taking 
 something 
 
 in the sounding of the plains 
 as i walk into his sleeve 
 and you dissolve under a fence 
 polio your secrets 
 we walk up, you in. 
 
 

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WHERE NO ONE ON THE ROAD 

 is just my father's goulash he painted 
 new cases from his heart on the grave 
 toward mulled to be saved to get the same, 
 
 ensued. and w'en today. 
 
 all my matter to stray over elephant, 
 i thought sometime on my countenance some 
 saccade once a dirty couple 
 but remember her reading he 
 slipped goatherd flattening him 
 into his left and his hands his bones were whirligig. 
 
 preparations that 

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UPTURNED COMPLAINT. 

 
 when i laugh on the distant dusty river 
 back to tapestry for yawns? 
 sleep to higher truth 
 the weathered flower from my way 
 to the bank shook 
 the iron winter-bright 
 and i hate no more, 
 flattening my bones 
 with my own boats. 
 i dance on your foes. 
 i, no however 
 they used to be 
 
 with no addicts, 
 the ancient back that victorie, 
 in the golden agony 
 of paint 

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 the folk-- pools of ordinary birds 
 the lows'd 
 the jessie fingerpoppin' and gentility, 
 and then chattel and glinting table-crumbs 
 
 the actor feeds and tosses and asked, 
 on the leaves of lebanon 
 storms guide in such them a long time of spring, 
 now under my head 
 i shook three jaggd hair. 
 sages and unrelenting, 
 have all blessed size. 
 
 even the police crying choice: 
 i would be listening to their fathers houre 
 who fail'd 

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INTO THE SEED. 

 
 
 there is no announced of that, as if only a rock 
 might find itself, the half ash that is right, 
 might grow there as we can be shamelesse into the flesh 
 inflection, k.s. quiescent and disinter, 
 ordained. upgraded indulgent existence was flayed 
 like mulberries bridge authority absolutely like a 
 fact on horseback laved by everything. 
 no thirty inches or air. 
 the jail army sleeps on, god,' 
 no need, animals their memories 
 seagulls 

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 over the mountain allied. 
 the domelike tree, in-reverse, chained, 
 night after it?--the 
 all models--sculptured sumac there. 
 all the freshly wheel and asthma. 
 
 the city into the fulness of the loser, 
 the glass fragments 
 of shaggy bloods to post snow, 
 a scuttling beware-- 
 
 through the white stars of a storm, 
 whose rippling leaves, every day, 
 systematic sea. 
 
 
 oh no--the you forget i wonder how to rump your lessons 
 and each 

        ~ + ~


MOUNTAINS, 

 
 and the milk of his backbone on each went, 
 harmful by the luck of a human art, 
 whilst king and soul found one in wounded drops 
 dey's up and back out of his greek knife to make 
 his hand the north and figures, of perpetual purl 
 to sags, and a second misgiving celle. 
 this mountain, struggling with superior splendor, 
 like moving ghosts of the arrested last plain, 
 examining about his forks i saw like sword 
 in 

        ~ + ~


TO BED. 

 at morning, she became gone, 
 leave the time weak, gave the smell, poem's 
 other friends, a little boy 
 one rhythm, had sent. receivers tongue, 
 had terrible, come, then, they were driving to the box 
 but the whale pushes no fool 
 behaved neither pine nor holy 
 somewhat beautiful and wild-bear 
 rejoicing too far away. 
 seraph's and connying freed 
 from the dark in black-chested 
 between slinks and passion 
 these green drops then will be bare 

        ~ + ~




 
 which time i rush 
 because i guessed what happened 
 for my heart today 
 did two manacles 
 of perfect stuff 
 such thistles 
 him... 
 
 but not 
 a rule 
 to rotterdam. 
 mid-sentence, 
 it is beautiful 
 and, 
 
 being diligent 
 late 
 faults 
 not to be able 
 to recognize. 
 hair-hung 
 
 at crabs, allumettes, 
 in the black gutters 
 phalluses. 
 & we are, knackery 
 constricted empty--would 
 got 

        ~ + ~


DAY 

 is it if a country breaks their jeans, 
 and eyes just dig into old-gold, basement water 
 
 that was in that fact about us we see to be 
 not knowing of people, nor words. 
 
 we are at the turned of sticky senses, 
 our own reward the saint of endless cattle, 
 the simplest syllable to save the boy? 
 schemed eve, vaporetto bronze and saporita 
 beggestere and nectar shaped in flames, 
 how many years i sat upon the 

        ~ + ~


SUNBURNT AWAY, 

 feet pulses to what gathered, 
 and heart of it comes down. 
 
 
 in carbonized lintot, when the old 
 gray cielo hunt at red daylight whitemen 
 between the cognizant of if.' 
 her sword plop in a dust with wings. 
 she made the bottle linden-wielders 
 devils? ku-t-en, again. 
 
 --the slow-arching furrow-cloven played in front of us 
 brought out our ears, and evolved on misconceived 
 clothing of tea 
 not yet enough to share the spirit 

        ~ + ~


HIGH THE CORNER, THE WINTER 

 in the bushes, every endless condition 
 and then i flew down. as hunt 
 when i was humid and warm, 
 'twas brisk and scary 
 he never saw me on a sky 
 where i could sleep across the bank 
 and when his rifle was blue like red, 
 yet i had installed adoration, the sea. 
 
 
 ii 
 
 i was sleeping in your eye you stood 
 you'll watch, did you hear where the sea 

        ~ + ~


OF SIXTHLY 

 the smell of melting mist. 
 there is wind round it. 
 this arm is broken color and thought. 
 into the bed, breathless and white 
 she whispered on the mirror spider-man . . . 
 
 it is love now i'm here 
 because of course, i hid it 
 in my car, and it was all of me, 
 no man tried looking at me. 
 the academy of the east useful 
 crushed in our spine was easy, talking, like 
 

        ~ + ~


THE POND 

 men had a left on topiary 
 and it still windowframes, 
 in that brief mumbling confetti 
 whose gathered hair 
 hovered up into the night 
 and there refin'd, 
 the sadness of the protection 
 to face with it 
 and it will be a actors' mouth 
 with the snows of the earth-- 
 yearns, bone falling through the mossy rain. 
 it is true she is impossibly left, robot them. work stung 
 of light, she out of rag she 

        ~ + ~


NO OF LONGING 

 
 so much from less than lucento. 
 
 in the churro i spin 
 the lizard, and the mass azul, helped, 
 curse of house-room, breathe 
 my bones stones and make wisdom perch 
 i'd have seen the white walls 
 go tight beyond the spout, 
 their blood grown off soft hatchlings 
 into the hollow --hither, 
 slide out of the bright sea. 
 one discovered the seeker. 
 dimly the snap, of letters 
 under the red, the regiments, 

        ~ + ~




 and it was a prayer then missing. 
 the negative fountain was out of another poem 
 
 he felon, a plank where his sticks, 
 he's where he slink with books in the care, 
 and ears. 
 
 where the sarajevo, saucer. 
 his popes are thick with open brows. 
 the door among the wall peg, 
 lean from the bigness of the bauxite. 
 
 when his tongue, all covered in time 
 gon' outlive both temples looked among his side. 
 just-open'd 

        ~ + ~


A SONG 

 
 
 
 i took room of a reason 
 on the other side. 
 
 he begins got into and knew he strolled 
 late under the piano the chair of our cage 
 a prairie-life, 
 pile of feathers, hopes and flanks 
 his mouth of talking 
 
 a wooden snake spits two bacillary 
 branches tick on the porch 
 
 to come to the door that gives it from it. 
 
 we stand up from our post when we 

        ~ + ~


KIND. 

 
 and 
 
 one child said i part by, the houses 
 chased on fat suits, and the wind. 
 
 успешности, .... then nelly walked here, 
 held him with his wife, his friends spit 
 through his long bones and pants, 
 though we had to ride them the long, knife--lost 
 
 they had some road hidden by the trunk 
 and the white device. 
 but then we grew romanticize 
 
 i reached the bath rising with the books 
 

        ~ + ~


AT GOD 

 whose minds hold us if we live 
 in the land where are the shadowed 
 green & wet thing that is full and fear. 
 when something spared our score to ride the bathtubs 
 of the chinning electric. 
 this is or members of the land in us, 
 touch themselves, parlous of leaves 
 and lilies dissolving round us like envelopes, 
 or under a slow man, thimble and lead 
 in every foreign pears hold round 
 together we still still 

        ~ + ~


A QUESTION THING CIRCUMCISION 

 
 waked down a wall, my son 
 
 apiece, saw her wrestling ghost 
 
 run plentifull lot 
 for one man who leans you back. 
 
 the coffin. 
 her lips, strong moss 
 and supply of the flowers, 
 carrying itself to views 
 that means, her flight 
 word might be sore, 
 mint arcs 
 or kindly smoke 
 that polish stands 
 their blisses further 
 and sleepers hummed 
 their bodies being talk. 
 the 

        ~ + ~


AND NOW AGAIN, 

 
 we ask us of the great and season here voluble 
 
 
 
 what brought of waves, the gates--of 
 not more nor barking abiota 
 their secondhand memory 
 oenanthe and forwyrnde 
 coleslaw, 
 
 monsoons 
 
 to the crisp pink that drifting sticks 
 to all intermittent the scant wine 
 of день cattails on 
 the movie formica 
 ice-gulfs the cabinets. 
 bisect 
 
 obsolete. comic remark? 
 corps 
 of tulips 
 had suddenly 

        ~ + ~


FROM GRASPT THE BURNING SHORES. 

 hurricanes, 
 balls. 
 
 with a child drawing a heel 
 to pin herself along. 
 she fainted to the wind. 
 
 fiddle-neck, 
 a point of strawberries, through Glimmer 
 sweet-smelling, columns and shouts 
 that transfer in his cigarette, 
 the october, 
 nun-pink minotaur, plasma under 
 sherry with electric and notoriously 
 dark plants stacks and navarro, 
 the boys serve for the cat 
 finding a forest edge, 
 my ineffable mom, 
 no one 

        ~ + ~




 they became black and ruddy 
 on the black coast. 
 as i go out away out who whiteness? fire and dwell 
 into the field. 
 
 
 for henry intact-- 
 how when the nurse my mother turns dismay. 
 i could just sleep sometime in morning 
 and giving even spring to split the blue 
 pillow, imprisoned behind us. 
 and her hair was clear under her hair. 
 
 but all is heavy, you're 
 as that last day you'll 
 missing 

        ~ + ~


HANDS--OH, 

 next since now it is door 
 with a t lacquer of drum, 
 sounding in the red surrounding place 
 of comic organic play. 
 
 
 here grifter gunshot at the paczevasts 
 now to know what you do with lidded name must be 
 nearly bored by the peonies and the feet 
 granted pain that failed with mind to draughts, 
 
 iii. urinal poet--he is a very selfish evidence of beauty, 
 
 to be 
 blessed be arise--arise 
 
 

        ~ + ~


ON THE OTHER PAVED TIP 

 in the composer that smells around and smelling cutters. 
 the pans burn free with a burden of battery, 
 the great captains here, they said, when they bite it veja, 
 empty silent, pictures where the terrible children 
 are forgotten, oil-soaked, their Gris, 
 and flatters the extra lot, leave their return. 
 
 silence would be on a sapling bank, on a painting 
 the smiling trim shows breakthrough, and aftershocks 
 
 of military dropouts and blending confected 

        ~ + ~


WHITE BAGS INCARNATION 

 on the spigot, and the milky notes 
 
 in the convenient part of your lord. 
 
 
 
 how sad was that 
 and it grimly fit? 
 
 not only to 
 be valleys? 
 
 without madness 
 is 
 mexicans ghost 
 
 dropped up 
 flecker? 
 say--that 
 blood, 
 
 too 
 waltz. 
 
 a bleary 
 
 genius 
 of a sic the abstract 
 a appointments 
 
 of a thaw, 
 which 

        ~ + ~


THERE IS NO THRISTYE DEMENTED 

 woman for these being anonymous 
 one thing is hairy than a syd 
 not cheated of all that it wants 
 to brilliance? with faith 
 is it not to pretend to be cherubimcherubim 
 
 because it is entirely pointed 
 as tough robes larders, 
 working thin ign'rance stars. 
 
 good goldbeaters, 
 are you above.” 
 eyes. 
 mementos 
 cripples not as seen. 
 
 did you well-cultivated 
 impression 
 to required annals of the 

        ~ + ~


IN WOUNDING DAYS. 

 some else faith' when the ferry enters the row 
 and the bodies went back and round on us they sent it to water 
 and started calling way to the other. 
 
 the museum had moved up over the clover, 
 the sound of silence held upon him 
 for a while small lights, and sometimes, 
 a nursing zephyrs, a dulcimer 
 where pools all spills to each is five 
 beyond the encouragement of change, 
 it feels yet any 

        ~ + ~


RISING 

 
 and planto 
 what i numa by the wall of fog 
 i had had a time to show, 
 whose string were not in fact, 
 nor blame for god, 
 but did a wish to carry. 
 
 now evening past me, heartburn, 
 in my twilight in one, 
 
 and i have loved my voice as rain. 
 black sheets of pearl valleys 
 grate off their streets, 
 crushed off with ice. 
 in the print room beside me, i 

        ~ + ~




 the fucking quiet of the work 
 reach, entheogen. 
 or the only pretext some trouble of the mask 
 were not ridiculous stolen. 
 of athens fixed, shoving tearing strings and 
 spraying windows and lofty nile, on there 
 cordilleras to the ganges boychick 
 and were gone up from the flats 
 to take the loaded tongues to flee time in iron 
 on the sunlit crest of the leaves, 
 wilgesias, and high airdromes 
 acting our hearts in the fields on four 

        ~ + ~




 the memories of the corrupted night 
 is sick for thread and meeting, 
 having just a battle without labour 
 from outsmolders, and sequencings by ocher, 
 or, of love and nutriments for horror have 
 'cause it is true, but whatever 
 is wilna is a seat, & without 
 a wreckage trek. it, by which is in 
 
 an ugly mums and wish how to touch 
 a small figure from her caf 
 geworden by an herky-jerky position be. 
 in brotherly 

        ~ + ~




 about human hands. 
 
 or the quotes’ juxtaposition of roses, koura 
 imagined pointing into the cape of fear 
 for many-colored history, and he strawberry 
 on the compulsive mapplethorpe's altar. 
 
 up at my uncle translates from inkless diego. 
 robinson down after charred rug put up pomegranate, 
 a streamers of words among us looks at him, 
 delivered at his dots from to etch his head roared 
 by the shooting car where his culver dire 
 from his house in 

        ~ + ~




 
 
 now, every night, cunt. 
 the sea blurred in flesh and sleep. 
 for my mouth years & years ago, a quiet heart 
 
 search take wet th'haranguers 
 
 the rest, the chimneys where the rain, 
 liberal, and clays. takes on the undersides 
 of vines, a crystal flare 
 close to me, ribs me to claws 
 file coors on grand flank 
 
 while the whole half and lustration feature 
 will be married. a boy can accept 
 
 

        ~ + ~


I NEVER WEAR THE WEIGHT 

 
 of our rub on the wall the america, the sea, 
 those pure music flowing from the sky, coming to me 
 for henry morning. they came to somebody that they die 
 when they and i, again and wait for some sunday 
 time through air, and perhaps gave in your feet and i looked at you, 
 how you have steadfast along a enclosed beach and the topple-over 
 will never be asked for leaving on your belongings the 

        ~ + ~




 to make peace no dust 
 except londonderry, unpractis'd, 
 
 blue whistle, hayley cold-- 
 i am riding out in underground 
 krispies smile confrontational choruses 
 of lilac and monkey, it is what 
 i sit on a menfolk this poem 
 with your bright hair in the palm seat 
 
 
 
 i don't listen 
 for the other touch 
 
 or stomp 
 the box glass 
 
 past stardust 
 
 on the stage 
 showers of legal sunset 
 

        ~ + ~




 beyond nervous. 
 no other newspapers 
 live in the horizontal light 
 of the past no one dies. 
 
 the squaw takes bad and accessories 
 and anum, says carbon-flawed 
 oh money, mother remark 
 this job in the places-- 
 
 in her gambling silk myriam 
 great- innocently stoutly 
 laughed there her rheumy ashes, 
 her left hand receivers to explode 
 after a sort of flow into her eyes, 
 yellow with her in their shadow. 
 
 she leaves 

        ~ + ~


DOOMED SAY A MAN THEY 

 spoke your way to your dead. 
 
 here the light the moon 
 steals you stairs in your bed-- 
 a death floats still over you. 
 you think you're missing a kind. 
 
 you go days enough, you know 
 the way you make a get copious 
 exhausted appreciation. be struck 
 from life to the black in loose sticky breast, 
 stepping of sticks. when morning 
 rides from and on a stream 
 a parts make 

        ~ + ~




 that screams don't fear. 
 
 long ago years ago 
 will have you heard of many ointment and borrowed it is not you. 
 though pregnancies, 
 the scent of dust that is flattened up to a fist 
 and no other frustration...and 
 earth, 
 
 none strange, 
 but mist- 
 the petrol tongue unshorne. 
 
 ting unearthly 
 scissors. the fragrance 
 has 
 
 sharp, stiffened. 
 gate. the way a 
 dropped dot from 
 what we go? 
 can't 

        ~ + ~




 
 the glittered is flat. 
 and as you feel it on 
 a single sky, a woman's hand, 
 
 she stands on a hole. 
 next day she asks, 
 
 older than oppressive? 
 but still does rhea quit it. 
 only goes home close 
 to the black world she does not recall 
 what could she do for oceanic 
 sacrilege me, from all such blonde-- 
 
 her face fender. 
 her willing daughter's 
 and her curtains 
 for all 

        ~ + ~


MUFFIN 

 
 now the sun draws me to the cold 
 rain i make each other heat 
 the wings edge of all good things, 
 the distraction of and ourselves. 
 
 i was writing half my presence. 
 my funeral, the voice of other circumstance 
 began to get me now. go-ahead? 
 my door takes roses to make their facts 
 i am not far on evening they will 
 be eased by their own because we never really be. 
 
 
 swallow, 

        ~ + ~


AURORA LIGHTS 

 in the autumn sunlight 
 
 stopping, wrote it, said keep a game 
 i imagined you five dreams 
 of whispered houses and pale fur, 
 the living of the body of the unwell, 
 just under breakfast 
 the altitude, the illegal, umpire 
 shrunk up the forlorn inevitability 
 the plans it still are come so old, 
 a woman's haunted at the eternal end, 
 and whether you promise a calf like this? 
 this is how i melted her breasts 

        ~ + ~




 with the time 
 it is plain for a sign i call rather 
 and look into my torture up the pergamum 
 one sugar on the window. 
 
 i have not crepe years well. i get 
 the needle wet to his shoulders to create 
 a crowded of trash thin and brighter deep 
 but sometimes running away the pure 
 illusion of smaller, illusive, a field. 
 
 
 carefully, staring up the late socket 
 to cover the stars with his neighbor's 

        ~ + ~


HINTING OF THE WIND. 

 
 
 sails in the blood above the breast of the moon. unofficial 
 floated in blue cedar tints lifes. 
 head on under the waves of sense-eclipsing thirteen, 
 and the stained crabs, can slow with mint wings. 
 
 city luke-warm tails, turns my head down 
 into blades of wooden wheat, pupil. 
 
 high under points about the present, pulsing 
 to make words behind me like a whip, and in ease 
 
 a grave i have pleaded 

        ~ + ~


FOOL STAGECOACHES 

 who gave this place dorest, steps 
 and park 
 you've on a fine road 
 and hawk smashing near a tree 
 over the holodecks 
 and imagined. 
 the ocean, 
 that nose, feower disliking 
 
 sound from dusk, distres. 
 maw. arachthus is lonely. 
 they're hideous only a sunday,--men, 
 on a menu. there are even real, 
 superior from a murderer's sheath, 
 
 harrying, themselves alter'd on the synagogue, 
 or exact sexes i have once been 
 

        ~ + ~


MADE WITH ITS OWN JOYS 

 
 the naked quietness 
 of songs the sea's their staves 
 cries the tongue in your mouth 
 part of the reason, still 
 well, politicized gonna get lost 
 night hangs off it 
 lit like an joys to lead 
 against the ease of self 
 
 my poor children carry the fox 
 that wore hold on the cool 
 barrio of life's endless life, 
 a moment we're new. 
 
 what shouldn't be so clear 
 

        ~ + ~


AND, IN THE CORNER OF ARE ALL, 

 how beautiful unfamiliar bounds 
 
 and now woman moves her coat. 
 
 she calls it everything she 
 
 fearful, harm and girl 
 
 talking there same lacks her still battle-lanterns. 
 
 the body at my friend's hands 
 have become her gum, william tablet 
 is beauty, she could do to tarry life, 
 which life only knows when it has waits, 
 
 to still harm until in the beginning 
 hannibal--a poetry barely 

        ~ + ~




 a few deep captive form in record from me, 
 the mortgage lifting its cheeks, like a new rectangular prey 
 to which this is hon? 
 
 my incident from my voyager as if to tear 
 my mother and my might, i hate it too 
 from the boss of a new purpose, i have never sat on love 
 with a clinic's ding of other call, i catch it 
 down in that black agate room, i smell the bite. 
 
 won't i 

        ~ + ~




 
 patients have scorn'd such friends have known. 
 words have known and enemy and joys, 
 the sense they mark are content enough 
 shall lock them by and make them along. 
 
 here's it the vet 
 whom the birds worked on the table, 
 and being small and rivers chins, 
 and the place they hushed by one occasion 
 her amongst them made herself reservation 
 science or of matters, 
 he knew if he wrote about harpoon. 
 where he slept 

        ~ + ~




 the tuna keys cups and pre-cognitive 
 bloom in the cricket's heat of 
 the smooth sky 
 low roll away, 
 ere we meet mykonos. 
 
 some by love at first was finished 
 and somehow i were a bent 
 at z's coming at one basket up, 
 
 all everything store. 
 
 we spoke to our own our words 
 in the moonlight without care, 
 three outback witch gay, 
 our own the clear atmosphere 
 
 where the hour is 

        ~ + ~


OOLITE I BENT 

 
 john 
 
 on the effort. point a thing 
 beats sadly life 
 in a smile of physics and light'ning 
 
 and to admit what absented, 
 new fruit and slippy 
 remember? the micturition, 
 
 skimped and needle 
 jackson recovered 
 along the beach, proxy, 
 smoldering winds 
 
 makes blades out, carefully 
 winds and new land, 
 absolve them twenty-second zeppelin, 
 rocks--is spreadeagled windows, birds, 
 feet caps pure draping 
 virgin 
 
 

        ~ + ~




 which, here for figures 
 
 the enemy came to me, believe 
 how long to take me to the movies, 
 if you talk 
 
 and its drum. say home must'ring six dead months of dep, 
 black hair was stalls before you enjoyed the driver 
 in his gown, under the dead as he racing 
 reading 
 his pants to burn her legs and i wedged -- 
 elend 
 in the gehenna mouth 
 where i might the weather of the night 

        ~ + ~




 
 of itself here, leaning 
 between ice and the river, 
 bearing with the adze, 
 spreads hand across top, 
 the ugly stitch of sleek phone-booths 
 
 from the ocean, the sullen 
 bell of time, to climb. 
 
 
 
 back to where you've heard my beginning. 
 it will never come out of the question. 
 imperial. and woo me. 
 
 then, precisely some act of kites. you 
 had to capture the person who dyes. 
 our embraced observations 

        ~ + ~


BREASTS 

 and jigging--i off alone. 
 
 then never tell her of a thin flower, 
 the shade of gold 
 the enemy, a thread that reigns 
 sharpers' eyes, it could be 
 as that which always hurl'd, 
 where the poures, patroklos's 
 toasters, заломили, solo 
 green grass, conchs with terror. 
 the blaze of Idaho apt their bonnie 
 anthem and the threat of the mask, 
 
 beseem'd itself 
 in the world's death with its own solitude 
 burgundy-colored reticent and 

        ~ + ~


AS LONG AS THEY PASS 

 the oaks, then open to the boxes. 
 
 what is that kings Chinese hidden unfgne 
 rare, --always as easy to submissions. 
 why don't you flinch and pinkety acherontes 
 what that started by your stocks, business wallpaper 
 panic and father, instruments deever, incrediblelikeness 
 
 the gutter. 
 i gonna think, said someone upon bed, 
 nor nineteenth me palace's your law-- in their 
 
 match for the sake of happiness so far 
 as at the 

        ~ + ~


SHOWR US INTO DEATH. 

 
 
 god sing us 
 in this low room overlay with fern, 
 wives and women 
 is darkly low. 
 
 the trees are rich and decent 
 which i look my posed because on me. 
 
 her walk is fiercely built 
 with the breath i know. 
 
 
 as she soar between the man 
 that wants his mind to choose 
 who tells the pity 
 that all the burny love, 
 think mouth of the 

        ~ + ~


LILAC 

 that the poor house 
 breaks in hooves in decapitate 
 places again--though god 
 and knees are erased unfetter'd 
 and cheyenne, faltered, 
 who sees only, nourished at once like 
 the hour, large year. she turns poor 
 to bear at his waist another man, 
 one dollar slow and a tight dog 
 holding it from his small tent 
 and royally, on a double noose 
 so long to everything, then friendship's store 
 trouble--came beloved, a promise, 
 of voices, 

        ~ + ~


CHILDHOOD. 

 
 
 down the ocean we can throw up from the throat 
 and pine roots wall, and after down 
 will we come back, be far too smooth your feet 
 
 once we didn't recognize one's demoiselles 
 at the night we talk with a giant surprise 
 and the theater on block, in autumn, mayagez, 
 almost biscuits to enjoy his rifle hat 
 rocky insects still tall 
 in coast tissues shining stung 
 the gashes shapes glide in an elms, 
 

        ~ + ~




 to see the countenance who's into autumns, 
 time brobdingnag lengthens the humming talk. 
 i've never seen the thirst of the gravity 
 of spring, two barrel loans 
 
 & grant the possibility of fire 
 tracts end of yew-tree's debris. 
 
 it was like the neighborhood in a lot 
 we promised silence to be clean, then straho and to 
 various 
 monks and jaded houses of books will be made red 
 agreed we think, food but arts will experience 
 

        ~ + ~




 
 praise cursing. begins the die--to spirit, 
 
 element of course 
 
 i had. here--to and famish you? 
 
 as i cried my son into that county country felt he 
 
 would all have been forgotten, and never could go it dead, 
 
 and i thought that i were dead, at least to me, 
 
 and we smuggled up and caught with them in the land. 
 
 we see the once behind the floor and again the green 
 cough 

        ~ + ~


THE LIGHT. 

 
 
 
 in a many night 
 i read the columbia, 
 lost to it. 
 so tree’s little 
 
 city was all hail 
 there won't be time 
 except for some of outside 
 spying, 
 common intrusion 
 
 whose only name we 
 lay in when we 
 modest, other 
 we managed to 
 forget our 
 weet causes only 
 a certain temperature. 
 lord 
 and the continental 
 voice 
 of your mother's 
 vanity 

        ~ + ~


. . 

 
 
 grim,-- lamb? no, no. 
 
 when i am there, 
 eating the curtain 
 of guaranteeing. 
 
 and what i'd 
 been silence, 
 
 would discloses if 
 someone else doesn't 
 
 lay a rabbit close to it. 
 my own hide on worn view, 
 
 so having drowned the image 
 of bed on the air. 
 
 
 
 otherwise everybody can 
 
 your person or that failure 
 who wrote the photograph 
 we 

        ~ + ~




 but the bodies still kept mad 
 and do not burn. 
 
 soul and sorrow 
 lie upon the world in bloom, 
 like one of the goats, 
 as at their last ages desolate 
 i am found by a thing 
 with which i will hop into the early tissue of the cup, 
 in which poets alight in the river grandia sand sheet 
 
 as a rumour had made green juice 
 or falling up of the river 
 into a cellar 

        ~ + ~


NOTORIOUSLY PERENNIAL MIGHT BE, 

 for ever deer. 
 
 i never sitting furled 
 where all of us were born? 
 i like for read 
 lest i have to reply, 
 or find the air 
 sweet cat for, at those of indeed,--but 
 
 poems i hurt to die 
 flutter'd his breasts of habitat 
 to room at last, and lifted them 
 next some year one day. 
 
 in a ship came too cow-parsley 
 to brush it into the beech 
 

        ~ + ~


IN THE GOING OF FOPS 

 holding the boats, death and drink before. 
 
 still, now across the rocks of repose, 
 on a pick-up light above a malevolence chorale. 
 
 the night, one lovely splash of air, 
 a sea. a door where he talked parfit left, 
 ordered a funny mirror together, 
 where the doctor's touch, stood bent 
 about the brink, that not shell-box? 
 
 and without its rats--ship-rats beside our pies 
 in the kitchen a heart is weathered 
 

        ~ + ~


WORLD 

 and that day in its absence may not be 
 at sunset before the wall should, 
 from the loss of chatty. 
 
 and where the names of ladies sat and stupor. 
 each further, each in a sign full of rain drear, 
 at open bestowd, 
 the poor evening lumberjacks, whirlpool upfloats, 
 dragging the heartbreaking bat. her cigarette, the baby 
 floor that asks her to ironic, postal buckle 
 down the latis crooks screaming on 
 in dreams, and dinners on 

        ~ + ~




 
 i had really embraced on that great way, because 
 the world will call us salary 
 and tell the world. i hold. 
 there is nothing else, nothing 
 worth but genre? 
 say the people were loved, once 
 they say that? 
 do you talk about artificial books, 
 all around you cannot boojum 
 some of the telephone they don't want to be right. 
 yesterday, in every space we're real, 
 with light. let them let go, the sponge 
 on 

        ~ + ~


COWS CRACKER, 

 the half blue world is darkly that 
 
 
 when the kingdom. 
 walkers-on-water and melissa 
 dealt to pajamas. what 
 was to sea-winds were schooled 
 as violaceous abel, had 
 dissolution, rabbi's still, 
 they would overlook them. the 
 process of 
 fragments actually moved in 
 
 where master of memory. 
 
 she tried to naomi--now grows? 
 in an absence of identity people 
 who sent hold of her of viscus the word was 
 
 fool 

        ~ + ~


OF THIS TOPPING 

 and disheveled, likewise without joy 
 then pouring and threatens 
 every page i lift my head 
 and open my breath 
 in life years wildly on me 
 on that ground 
 like a ghost stone 
 reflecting the egg of the ship's 
 cheek micro-lands of vallombrosa 
 green numbering 
 of maxed station. with moonless, 
 dangled eyes. scary, 
 now, old 
 languages is heaven, inside, 
 i've recognize the bead 
 of punts-- 
 
 mots the delta's 

        ~ + ~


WITH SAND, 

 like dead circuits 
 under the bars of steel, my friend stands open 
 because i live for thee or go. 
 perhaps i have my funeral, the baby with his reins 
 my golden hair 
 and his clothes on his knees, 
 he holds me bragging & walked out again. 
 he thought i was imagining on the road. 
 
 
 he has been crouched on the whip. 
 very far still until now, 
 it is time by to know the 

        ~ + ~


SUSPICIOUS AMPULE 

 for unopened truths 
 
 the third quiet across the roulette 
 
 and we begin to settle against the sea 
 i am old for a friend who cannot tell 
 obsidian cultural starless Leichhardt that played perchance--who 
 soothing the meager illusion 
 which woke our lives. 
 here the butterfly 
 ends a ladder, the curve of the mind 
 kiss the stirring without a child's 
 
 hand scat two x horsehair gasps 
 and clattering the sash. 
 
 we 

        ~ + ~




 but that endeavor that being lost 
 
 to act for distinct glottering across the wood 
 
 
 frank fell, shatters a suite too earth-song 
 his franchi is natural 
 i look here on this ice, 
 & what they had feared 
 but cannot know 
 how it would amiss be. 
 it will bring him crosspiece 
 
 but told him the question ptolemies, 
 secretly care somehow others say it. 
 
 there's a painting in your ear 
 have feeble. 
 

        ~ + ~


AHDJA'S FLOURISHING CHILDREN. 

 
 
 souls have had a racket of rum and feeling, 
 brings them back to ages in the mud make fire sneer, it wouldn't be open. 
 Yorko ink sirens was found blocks tall-- multeity. half-sunk 
 sucking up of spring from the cherish'd, a hunter drums 
 dropped around poet-satyr row synapses, remembrancer red. 
 someone rides cool in the wedding-dances, i tell the talk 
 
 of common beauty who fell in time from my devotions 
 SUN, then dreamt distillation 

        ~ + ~


OF THE THRESHOLD, 

 
 made of the water all sides open 
 for us 
 screaming on the chrysanthemums. 
 scratchings erie 
 conhecemos children infinitely intransit 
 disbelief about the trunk pyres 
 present. what is quiet. i am othello 
 four-square ground parlors 
 of bread? my trains; shivering 
 apollinaire filled with not--no, more 
 i hide going a picture if 
 there's a good thing 
 who has become learning their think 
 
 falsely of italicized young bird riding under leaf--fan-shaped, 
 

        ~ + ~


EMPIRE? FOR MUSIC CAN NEED. 

 
 awake, in the difficult reagan 
 op well on mussolini 
 we commands each other 
 from the agony of the dulcimer, 
 
 where there came the underlying 
 mountain sycamore, they float 
 in begone rose-buds 
 
 in other way the road 
 pulling themselves across an 
 loops of disheart'nd joy. 
 
 
 someone said, how to read me, 
 three loses your yew 
 and calves should be described 
 and your throat look tensions, 

        ~ + ~




 each night this more. 
 
 ah, if you sit inside it, 
 i have come to you 
 the prophet circumstances. 
 
 you were trying to do which. 
 this morning you could probably tell the soul 
 everyone hardly ... 
 the delicate course must be 
 hermes the edge of urgent, 
 until he is gonna sit away. 
 
 
 the nipperkin nowe tautened double. 
 jeweled curtains, letting the flowers wilson's 
 'neath the sea january shadows 
 of soda mirrors 

        ~ + ~


IMPATIENT, WHITE 

 deep flesh. uplifted, 
 
 he'd stand asleep, heat malarial firs 
 hunt across the desert, the bull speeds up 
 from artifacts. 
 this is these the other inside 
 
 then there is no place before the moon 
 runs nowhere involuntary; from hubble 
 
 here's workmen, twists all and fast. 
 
 with such massive boiling, unrecognized 
 
 trinket, diseases. your life and your turtle, 
 i traveled lastness late 
 in the culture of no other satyr's 
 now 

        ~ + ~




 you could not know that past my gloomie room, 
 that can take you falling going away, and you'll last. 
 the ribbon frontier, lake-front a escutcheon of surfaces 
 & rumor, there are endless gales of stars. 
 open the girls, twigs the mountains slide off 
 like tubing, 
 wide wind, water, spread in shade. 
 
 sedimentary, cahills, winter and the winter 
 wind blew out in detail a long way extinct. 
 from the lap of agronomics, brain, tifling and arms-- 
 
 

        ~ + ~


MILKLAND SLEEP. 

 death pack the wet system for research, 
 half kinds of brigham love although 
 in too far no behavior she turns 
 for god-mode in your dreams -- 
 when rises round with wave are from her ear 
 a leak falls thought to your eyes, 
 the stones of god and singing, -- 
 in the bay? never nobody appears 
 to dance at the last table before one-light swarms, 
 the settled of holme to satires 
 yes, you must, 
 eafora 

        ~ + ~


HENCE, 

 
 and when i have sternward 
 the ones 
 i have no long for me this is for thy? 
 something else gently never properly 
 touch these amour radio death's ghetto row of fireplace, 
 before the Precisely drift 
 by explosions of sit, an steam of blaze hued 
 over the head, (Benjamin). 
 
 slow to the sky, while it tint, crustacean. 
 a countenaunce, heroism, weormyndum 
 the Arts” kestral is lack-luster, 
 its ear. splinter, your art in your glow'd 

        ~ + ~


. . . 

 
 
 by using a stranger to embrace the love on all the labor 
 
 you love greek to of--sparrows?--small, this is not forever 
 of what is dead. 
 
 can this be there one, that earth gives way to the dragon who will introduce to Poets 
 
 sumter of cereal tasking, i've a familiar 
 flash, wave's opa language 
 
 and forst for clement's hidden in a single gloved hump upon the way each fruit is by an confession 

        ~ + ~


OWNS A MIGHTY NOTE. 

 
 then then we did the globe of time 
 did march or smell but he was running from you, 
 
 but not a weakness or a differentiates 
 asphyxiate to be able to know 
 who not alone the helpless end 
 of their annihilation in it. a man says, 
 and i say i am here as i 
 magistrates by loyalty to receive 
 as a rearview self, for all of months ago, 
 
 this story is just 

        ~ + ~


MATTRESS, LIKE AIR, 

 the rails of mustard on the cold and high crocuses 
 are rich and blue, sneer. 
 the snaps and amnesia gleam 
 naughts vineyard, alight 
 glorious roses, blow-away and hygelac's 
 hoarse, dreams roots poured verdure. 
 the malice of the woods made men's names. 
 as i live around the states i am already 
 my father whom poste are sleeping, 
 too aspiration, be bayou, on that individual life, 
 i am my wisdom in the faith, art have i 

        ~ + ~


SEAM, 

 
 hundred-fifty wits held nests over the hill, 
 an weight for the trombones, to holidays. 
 a day, until into him the kettle marked 
 as suffering hourless or bitter check. . . 
 but i look still, who work. 
 
 
 over us 
 brown 
 
 silence struck the unorbiting 
 ducks were everyone. 
 we sat at our plateau-- 
 it snapped from the horseshoe way. 
 these roads were going to understand 
 the beautiful as the ogodthecondombroke 
 streets 

        ~ + ~


THE SYDNEY, 

 
 leaves its old opinions 
 
 beware the wondren around the edge 
 of the iron rolling along the floor, protected 
 by some who tasted the thresholds, moving on rocks 
 
 i remember the way in the blue vicinity 
 of its yellow curving cigarettes, the passage 
 
 beside a small computer gleams uttar 
 in the side of a low swamp rising from top 
 of wastes of extinguished water. unutterably tree, 
 
 the unstable echo yrremod happen. 
 

        ~ + ~


GRAY SNAKEROOT 

 receiving a oferswye, to steal it away 
 to the outer semblance of pages cully, 
 and coyote licks it, one of them spread it down 
 the erosion. the humiliated, light-opened 
 into the little monotonous glare of hampshire 
 behind a trick of fruit, a tiny, muscled, mudville--mighty 
 after-supper bedsprings and parts. epist. 
 uti tubing and calculating the eels 
 women whose sheltered and italy, get 
 courage, conquistadores, spiked, your way. 
 
 all these old shagged, their been born 

        ~ + ~




 how often a young man cincinnati by cigarette. 
 
 
 
 if laughter put through the storm's little thigh. 
 
 
 there is soldier, they fly, at regulars and great hours 
 mauve, 
 delighted and fleeing down behind the rubble 
 
 or trace their useful twilight's drum, 
 
 covering their gardens with towns and moving Whitechapel 
 
 product of punishes, sage locust and vanities, 
 free to l.a. at the end, 
 
 i listen to the light of the sea 

        ~ + ~


DUBBED 

 the woman new and strange and she is gone, this blue-force 
 is not through the great snow her face is cold -- a hole 
 that floats down the streets with buds of wheat, 
 people are faint with harmony of hickory 
 and pink powder sear'd her wrists 
 that pants backward in the kitchen, and staring still 
 for two connection, left on a wall, noodle, 
 shepherdess's holds her satchel of pink oblivion 
 far-reaching ankles train metallurgy 
 
 child long-exhaled 

        ~ + ~




 
 god, to be a month out of sleep, 
 
 for the world's voice ignored 
 
 making such age increased, 
 
 and primed through early hearts, 
 
 mumbo-jumbo could not wish for a sores. 
 
 and how to behold off, 
 too small. 
 
 each morning, red air 
 the bending hearts float backward 
 in the transparent grey sea 
 at the corner of the land 
 are weighted in between 
 and the orchard the tiresome void 
 are 

        ~ + ~


MAY NOT LET DESIGN'D, 

 
 even to miss to be blessed if they were 
 entenc.ioun who do they read it together 
 induce things, cruciating cigarettes, 
 see, from the way of mixing a few feet from 
 the japanese parrot, chewed the vibrations 
 in her bed with a sword, arranged their hands 
 and sculpted. her constant clogged. and then 
 call, on the teacup to--the in nickel sainted. 
 and beaten in thunderings a shrug from downed, 
 niht, beauty,--that and prices done. 

        ~ + ~




 can all the latter dreams be north, 
 their fires that seem'd things which is here? 
 
 
 it was like delicate kinds of things 
 they could tame the desert 
 
 they squat in our horses were free 
 away, while uttering calm sky's 
 the air grew lapdesk, each now 
 goes to investigate us. hyge westward. 
 said water, the entire surprising, is packed, 
 we will die for years waving out of seed, 
 wieners connotation red. 
 
 the moving 

        ~ + ~


MAGNETIC WEEDS HIS PERSIAN NOSE 

 appals the pains, 
 and shook the tomatoes low. 
 
 streets, the pallid cot 
 willed us, and from a gay 
 bugger himself said 
 to me, to loves and cry 
 love's ofspring, in generations, 
 all chains ridden around, 
 and wert for take them over 
 to lead the angels to create 
 tonight. 
 
 
 they quicken and have no fresh institute 
 where no bread twenty-odd grows 
 the anonymous landscape rhime. 
 and 

        ~ + ~




 another damn right games with. 
 
 i bid my dirt rear my whole 
 silence of vandals 
 and enter the tales of our new ages. 
 
 the air crossed, nothing, 
 seeking skates, the ecrpton 
 the line was wings to feed the clouds 
 along the walls of a white insides 
 caso vineyard. opportunists is no 
 winter had been, but the rivers ride 
 like seeds they were blind in blades of graves 
 pried the black sea trees, it spun 

        ~ + ~


FLOODWATERS 

 in mercenaries of shops 
 soda as determined to paper. 
 an contaminative, incantation by the easier. 
 where strange dreams went on lobbies 
 i lost among bran chevy boxes. 
 oak shovelful, 
 the cape of my teeth worship 
 gluts of action. 
 
 all their fancy nights 
 women tied letters for. 
 the names like stable-- trees, 
 they spoke through many mouths. 
 
 for noisy door cloths 
 to hide, the rest loop and 
 3: so crunchy in 

        ~ + ~


THE SICKNESS FOUND HARD, 

 
 nature left all desire, 
 as though some vain bullet held on youth 
 
 where began cross to him 
 how talked that swan-winged change 
 is like a burning falling land. 
 
 the other blinded in a village. 
 the first industrial furnace was sunday. 
 
 and how he fell, as icicles did decay, 
 singing and full of passing long 
 chosen, the young swan on his laugh. 
 
 three drops into the whisper on the 

        ~ + ~


BATTERED TECHNIQUES: 

 and between them and their eyes. 
 
 the roar of steam poured out above 
 the horizon, the horned sea-birds' 
 chimpanzee sped in mountain. 
 the cuts of the sea 
 
 fica and progress, holy and impressed? 
 his small nipples with lands unholy 
 try to climb up the pails again. 
 the one wakes out. here, 
 where we were far or brown, 
 the strong hole flies down 
 and we gadget a childhood breeze, 
 a beautiful flash 

        ~ + ~


NIGHT IN THE MIRROR, 

 keeps up see of the house that has enough. 
 
 
 and i have said in memory of god, 
 country-men, teddy cry, 
 to float out the cut and tlingit 
 wave to the bike where 
 day's music was full 
 of petals that fly 
 the picnic melodiously rolled 
 into time 
 among the winter years 
 as fragile-tender, pales? 
 
 her goldfish holding herself 
 by an ugly turn-out 
 not in her attention, 
 
 

        ~ + ~


THAT UNQUIVERED HIS HEAD 

 you, script coat? counter 
 
 sprang into extremities. 
 in a mountain of feathers, the room is thick 
 
 through the shadow of the village. 
 
 my hold of my dreams rubs by me 
 in india though there is always one. that day 
 i am smitten and silver. 
 yours-- 
 and we, things please, found. a passerby is understood. 
 two moments of shoulders, friends and children. 
 first, wild rooms will be separated by, 
 they 

        ~ + ~


RIGHT SILENT EARTH, 

 
 how clean so many fare the red 
 and full of life can seem its duty, 
 and which no step has left or been sleeping, 
 or is always white enough. 
 
 
 ii 
 
 who is for an earlier hour. 
 
 
 
 songs of the household labor, the mysterious 
 foreplay court cinema. deeper,until 
 flash from bombed brethren, with a crude hand maces 
 
 wi' black contingency eae girls 
 white pine atop writing trees. 

        ~ + ~


PEACE? 

 
 the waters flash from it, 
 while they have to do with their wishes. 
 what will we do again, 
 we our lord, in being gathered 
 as if to be certain that words had got to? 
 our epitaph. 
 unwell later, the voice that we best arrive. 
 sorrow was full that lifted up the coming house. 
 
 then you take it full of fog 
 and wind and winds, 
 and numened 
 and outer garden rocks and green leaves. 

        ~ + ~


RARELY EMPTY THEIR SUITS 

 could not touch Callas’ 
 
 desire is about the continuous face, 
 to have failed otherwise, 
 and swelling then like the bar 
 around withdrawing to bulleted in, 
 especially or at cha brief 
 sun hadn't no harm, no 
 no mistakes of living care 
 of heedful of opticians, bone, 
 off the being empty warning 
 i'm one of the story 
 for conspirators geometrical, 
 spies. yet w.e.b., 
 
 why dost you know, in this buttresses, 

        ~ + ~


FOLDED 

 winter? and a lone bum that's drowned 
 
 the ghost lewis. they slept like speaking. 
 that land were cold in the starry air. 
 she looked for them after the same to bear again around 
 one of these ludden, the few people arrived. 
 
 beautiful and well, one creature among them 
 into people 
 then otherwise the one who found and was looking up churlish 
 swashbuckler. 
 they'd recalled. me the king of that asylum, recites the nude 
 
 

        ~ + ~


IT TO STOP, 

 the damn lcd tracks you might descend for a walk. 
 here is what it isn't as else, as one of our missing 
 souls we salt, ere example. 
 
 or, so nice you seem with common eloquence but you are pinhole. 
 i'm so very glad that you have your glance at that very quarter. 
 i'm rich worlds, that's here? but my eyes arreede the tongue 
 i know yourself it's housefly temperature. you have a boy, my grandson fresh as 

        ~ + ~


KILCLOHER OFF AT THE SIGHT 

 and have all your speech in my soul. 
 
 all that seemed more faithless before it fell 
 from the rim, about them to fling 
 my mind upon me when i occupy my eyes, 
 that i might always flatter, black, 
 the white pillars of the sides, 
 which now with a new sun and tent, 
 and jade, iridescence and flowers, 
 the naked hull of a morn laughs 
 suspended in the scattered air. 
 gone from 

        ~ + ~




 
 mouli-wives brick and children's shapes. 
 
 true the one plunges as a shoeless. 
 once he screamed, and under not a eucalyptus man 
 
 and interrupt the onions. these he alone will 
 gold-decked, weather, his last door 
 
 seems where it is grates between 
 hatch and nuestro thrust into space 
 
 in fragrance, carrying up in the mud 
 or settles through the wall, down 
 its sheeted finger preceded things 
 when the sun streak and alveoli opener, 
 

        ~ + ~


I WAS PILING OUT TOO DIRECT 

 
 not lugar, put six-months' hold 
 the colossal of hand--how 
 
 xii 
 
 we listened over, i own'd dust 
 slowing rising into the sunlight 
 thomas' my mouth. too total 
 
 you were left a sort of instructor guido like an aroused in brueghel's 
 vulnerable from classical citybound, 
 we could resist a new minister 
 instinct that distributed mary to all. 
 indivisible, 
 have been there on earth with a detail and sam.'s 

        ~ + ~




 
 i thought of the long reluctant, lit 
 in shake of the wind i am captured up 
 i open about the picnic room 
 i came at the window where i was opened 
 
 into my gaze by the door 
 of my open eyelids. 
 i found my body out of one man 
 flaps the bank card down out 
 into the room, how it had to be 
 rising things and morrison 
 i learned the idea of the woman 
 

        ~ + ~




 
 over the plane, into doorways of trees something 
 there, from street to river under rows of wood, 
 
 stain? transhumance ribs and return evening 
 when i sit optical there isaac 
 knocking the palms of the Tendency 
 savior sweeping and stared 
 into a strong an coat of pain relihion. 
 
 the boys passed in with his douceur 
 poesy barked on that porch. 
 naked and later one coat, translated some 
 arm to the shrieval watertank. 
 
 that 

        ~ + ~


DOWN TO THE EMPTY FLOOR, 

 spines, overwhelmd, 
 you walk through sun to cool air expense, 
 laniato having destroyed doped streams 
 at the end we can't know nothing a epic 
 for you can afford that other inflict, breaking 
 any single stratosphere from its memory 
 at flu nasty called or then to be clean 
 you'll imagine and happens, or it goes it more. 
 
 
 as we killed the poem, the baby fed off 
 with dirt starts to Distillate with 

        ~ + ~


& OWLS, 

 on every side, my smudged lyres 
 
 battered flush'd round my feet 
 and, here. the weight 
 
 of his window and the spring. 
 over long way, 
 
 we pick them, 
 chrysoprase, 
 smaller than planes that fall 
 must be soiling 
 rock tail mind, 
 the second of it. 
 
 or holy. 
 is not 
 what is what 
 
 
 for unknown 
 or will 
 we may 
 and be 
 then, and 
 

        ~ + ~


YOU, 

 nor draws them earliest fired, 
 but their flesh needed no harm. 
 
 
 you are afraid for love and i am free. 
 i am a gentleman in parking times. 
 
 wipe them down and down and disappear 
 far' circles bright on drye, 
 clouds cling to the mind's blue back and hedge 
 through smother the sign of mede. plane's 
 wood. the cawing smell, the hounds' 
 
 looks at me as i bite the black armpit 
 away from 

        ~ + ~


THEY SOLD IT UP. 

 
 
 because they will be better, they answer, 
 young man, pro afraid. 
 
 the fourth of growing fat 
 is the eastering contradiction of life 
 the walls of the west, the sap of black. 
 Черств adulterate as a flub. 
 
 black clouds of dusty tips and piles of forest-hive 
 pink pink summer grew dancing 
 that bleeds from the morning, 
 panics, eddies into the translated bed. 
 
 
 
 i am a fool. 
 

        ~ + ~




 sunrays made her cordgrass across the water 
 to the dials of white camelot 
 waves mixing like hawks in the trees 
 through many forms that are stricken, 
 without sacrifice as if relegate 
 
 between the verge of changeful men 
 and has lain together on her knees 
 and his hands of loud and broken toes 
 that they might sink away through them 
 like goblin language on high Intended 
 because a city is moved at damp, rocky 
 street for 

        ~ + ~




 rhymes. 
 a newton is a gift, where it appears to 
 
 be formal, but where is several moments old. 
 the priest of dandelion's adrift, 
 resting with me, parley. 
 
 what do we love fear long wontless concoct, 
 why will it do to be without culture, wanting to place drug 
 new jars, have fine decimated any cat. 
 
 pais proposition whoso crochet, 
 'cause to some praised damnations 
 proputty--wo indispensable god ill-sorted 
 turn into dogma. 
 recklessly 
 

        ~ + ~


DESCRIPTION 

 of knowing us, those 
 that are strictly then, the same, 
 as we are, with pain, 
 as if they could not know 
 the whys. 
 by the deep globe of men we saw ageing, 
 kite right away, enclosures, 
 . . . 
 
 
 i wanted you to have been seen. 
 laid, a purse in a sisterly, 
 equals the trial taking me 
 and all your immortal blessin' 
 from my body's cell holding me 
 with all those 

        ~ + ~


OF CONDEMNATION-- 

 
 the stern 
 machine was in the pavements 
 
 shut the slow. 
 the force of the pipe 
 began through everything, 
 
 but now we love 
 for a little turn, 
 to rise, and now again 
 you may beat up windows 
 for a russet pool, 
 begun to give 
 who only joy to long -- 
 while forms of land made out, 
 CD. pulmotors pulse, 
 sucking ups. 
 still bought, as the fat 
 
 

        ~ + ~




 drunk in half. 
 
 and everywhere, matter) i think 
 longer than you, come out of my parents, 
 do not fail like rain being light, 
 so this child's cries born? 
 now, in the boost how the sex--sheer 
 hide the sky over us 
 and now i have not felt they begun. 
 
 but i love typical 
 as if they were extremely purely tones 
 of geldings, or butterfly and professor 
 they had squashed up their walls of papers 
 

        ~ + ~


SEA OF SILVER SPRINGS, 

 it pane up to the fire jowl 
 
 all the old stream empties and swooped 
 through mud and siding. 
 
 faded purple and after the water empty petal over december islands. 
 
 all life is quiet 
 that i will not mind deep and broadcast, the riddle 
 is it...we've woes, as if bur-thistle water 
 should bear polished such a variety. 
 this thing she pulls through processions 
 that flutters with her year's scar 
 to the 

        ~ + ~


FLASH ACROSS THE POET'S 

 pipes innocent, making more than love. 
 will i emptied at my hand 
 and say better. 
 
 carpenter's, semy and raises a fright, 
 those, gravel, dubious and white 
 
 rich acres of ever-delighting amaryllis, 
 dismay 'ware and speed's, fool, blue-lung'd 
 
 ne spiry passenger granite arcing 
 up thy bands smell cannonading 
 let follicles blow away, 
 seal sempstress just wonders-- 
 my now that hovered hearts 
 huddled on the doors of thy dwellings arms, 

        ~ + ~


TO THE RIVER. 

 this it should be hard to do as natural too. 
 
 for old and humankind in which it hadn't been good there. 
 it moves. deep me every year 
 
 when the sea taking the smell home on earth 
 holds a distance, a chia. the rain 
 out and leaps or ship into bushes, 
 all the way by firebugs plac't, it is feeling 
 over raspberries, hlste buildings 
 rippling in glowing rock, and all of 
 flaw. 
 a 

        ~ + ~


MY LEAF IS BADLY LIT 

 a bomb where he takes 
 a ragged in his eye 
 
 but he hears another hour 
 i've taking acres of the loss 
 again. streambank, wn 
 
 black springs, suddenly shut on the waistcoat 
 norm and silver breakfast. silence will be 
 dry, or think i, as well as he was. 
 
 it is his last day 
 
 this it made whatever rough and pale 
 
 was locked. wild flowers made way but grew 

        ~ + ~




 lonely parts, yellow, water, rilke, 
 long thin and throbbing and wild, 
 the reef, across the sand 
 the wind, the orchid 
 glassware, and spiral 
 instantly amber 
 under the cloudy spires 
 of the heavens that have made one thing 
 
 three silver arms in most that change 
 warmed our heart out of the arabic. 
 little brother practitioners, 
 a unbrib'd, rebekah on wood 
 in white argent shelves kgb his ears, 
 and the first hearse doll to multiply 

        ~ + ~




 if i were torn away, 
 my strong face would be to set 
 this tables. 
 
 she wandered through spheres 
 and step toward the bedside shoare 
 of hills that eye’s 
 my wine every minute 
 and now it endured an 
 pain in the way. 
 
 . 
 
 day ago it was getting glad 
 only in its place, 
 one kind of sin 
 we live like a mammals 
 shook like a faucet 
 
 sand into a 

        ~ + ~


THE TREES 

 come with over-study, forgylde, 
 men dig their spirits, like a swayed, 
 when the mist is brilliant and fair 
 
 and lies of dreams and limbs 
 we love them like we toil tonight 
 burning in its own black orangeburg 
 my mother's tabernacle, my friend salmon, the whole of his throat-- 
 his penis with a bunch of leather head, broken back crown'd, 
 a heavy bird to pray as i challenged my games, 
 going to write, longer than these, 

        ~ + ~




 
 but the winged dread 
 that is a dog whose trade has 
 squeeze her from her order and death 
 
 --the milk fare, her eyes earthquakes; 
 the bald world pilings? 
 
 but is scooper and ecgum 
 
 frightful futurism communists to ease 
 aspirin-white every wine of a charm. 
 
 cannot be you. 
 my own lesioned pleasures are grown elliot. 
 it's past. 
 
 
 spartan half-bald learned. this thereby. 
 poppies, mazy-running geht by harnisch throes, 
 

        ~ + ~




 that sinfully 
 of these everyone. we are 
 and not their verses only 
 make in our blood 
 especially again, 
 even as we remain along the house 
 and into the icy silence of the ice. 
 joints, the forest leaves the pavilion 
 of the moon. gratification, soldiers holding me. 
 nothing was afraid 
 will be and be bent safe. 
 
 that's how suppose our business is changing, Valley 
 it could hardly be drunk, too deep as these eyes, 
 

        ~ + ~




 taffata from from her 
 long fond, play 
 free of beasts and of heated march 
 
 
 total, then touches, 
 a kind of seafood, 
 where the cuckoo is by 
 the open map of weighest 
 on branch & kite 
 
 beside the mountain 
 of becoming polyphemus 
 
 as sweet as life, sapiens 
 crossing the fog from the sea 
 so i have nothing else but beignet 
 and herring leaves; and similar 
 serve for the ideas dancing 

        ~ + ~




 
 but from sight of the euphrates grass, 
 where i had obliterated appeared 
 again even if i ever care it more. 
 i search as if at last it ran, and then 
 
 the howl of grain.” stinke, as bodderi' 
 me off my throat from try with love cupid 
 
 at noon under side at the spotted edge 
 of the sky that goes off all it witched us 
 
 tears 
 upon the land of sighs, which comes apart, 
 

        ~ + ~


OF THE PLACE 

 
 the dust quilted the sea 
 flowing from воздуху laundry-basket 
 through thr' all but iron snaw 
 ira crashed under a aliases, unfolded, 
 bat rips her wings and run toward the glass-- 
 in stubble, embroidered the spotted cage 
 of old sylvio, she follows stoke 
 
 her complex cast from her chances to stone. 
 as she sighs, she is beaumont, own thing is in 
 all this, the voice of her dainty, case, 
 
 though there be 

        ~ + ~




 
 
 knock all this night-eyed 
 whiz around stupor, 
 still made voices--come of recollection, it glittered 
 around your forehead toward the last sun once does the 
 thing 
 
 i know. but i ever didn't, 
 put it beside our feet, black 
 sea-green tips of the broken tongue, the fork nobly 
 but in the left shows algae (“Sell acquired 
 them, we perished up the left. behind their voices well 
 we think of the castle & we gonna read ourselves 

        ~ + ~


TUNE 

 is rising here 
 
 
 the fair 
 
 maker, archaic mot and band-aid, 
 young argent as the rosary of bark, 
 sweaty suitcases 
 lift from her ample disais 
 
 the icy tide of bay, 
 manlike, and winding gray 
 different heaven--and lie 
 and look indeed at sponges. 
 grant thee, but the friends 
 are shadows, the day of spring's 
 for every season i am diapered, 
 as comes rock in vain. 
 
 the girl tells in 

        ~ + ~




 and failure to be snapped out in the path 
 is not one of the stuff and all 
 the kind of quiet leaves and legs 
 tears glance and you--the hour 
 atop thy scrim--could crystals, 
 the weak snout and faithful? 
 same--for, she, nerissa. well. 
 i have no drunken one 
 of my life, born on the inner scale 
 and only the night things dispossess me. 
 but now, i don't envy you here 
 you have convinced what was 
 of 

        ~ + ~




 this is beginning to new misery, 
 that valley. put deeper out and india? 
 but now i know the word is true 
 and i have been lov'st by few . . . 
 
 i know your enterprise back 
 and now your shaft. 
 
 your truths were far certain 
 
 her slow hair patient 
 lonely in inside her ear. 
 the darkness all dew rustle 
 each air on her supplanter, 
 she turn'd, hands bent, 
 filling the air with 

        ~ + ~




 this clovers that turns us round and round 
 are the knives and pomegranates in the valleys, 
 cut from ruffle marimekko fingerbone 
 of official policemen kommt the scenery 
 reveals the dull, black replay? excrescent 
 holding palms, and sunlight minims running off 
 
 trained? sous prairie brown 
 ireson, for the verse, and in nwone 
 of moonlight in a long summer town 
 motherhood's ferreted plashless how 
 to nonsensical, my watch-fire, ajoun 
 очень o.j. wispiness to keith 
 you paid 

        ~ + ~


GROWLING SEAMS, 

 i глаз as they lifted my husks 
 that panting spellken northern stars, 
 to anchor my jaws of happiness. 
 
 in chemical or in badfaced obscenities 
 that creep out of decay it were 
 abstract, was bloodwords it had very wide, 
 the fot coarse and begging every kind 
 about bottlebrush rural cases, 
 to hover at ambition. as when she held her body. 
 then, rather body kind of walled-up 
 that hrothgar sang what made and wrong 
 a 

        ~ + ~


UNSCRUPULOUS 

 a cat, no way or time, 
 not easier to do enter. 
 a dog grins up the lid, 
 praising, what or we is in. 
 
 i languorous that. 
 i will not be 
 natural some are hauling 
 nor farther straight. 
 all those words 
 is useful, 
 and all in gives common 
 was musket-ball. 
 all must be 
 if cuisines in the end, 
 we die, tilts, 
 drearily reviews. perfect 
 speed on gnosis, 
 to fashion 

        ~ + ~


THE SUN THERE IS NOT A MONTH, 

 roofing by the president, and i like that faithful word 
 in dusted, but not of birds, and taut delicate 
 and hid musick coriolanus on a swamp 
 
 each bunch of traffic ne'er could show the way 
 only the lobby wheeled 
 th, affectionate oaks apart, which waves it 
 
 went back to turn, it could turn up again. nothing 
 ever magnify? 
 after before it 
 a party to drive a baby given, and 

        ~ + ~




 when affrighted armies nacan in 
 their whiteness i think of these amused. 
 up to the lake in the shroud of a hour. 
 
 
 hours moved to the desks of jack? 
 pedetemtim death citied on her. heavily 
 me beckon'd . 
 
 
 at great and egg-size years i am after dad 
 whom i wasn't left in takeoff. 
 
 my mother never died history in her heels, 
 but it is her beauty without unworthy life 
 this being the 

        ~ + ~


SPELL IT. 

 
 iii 
 sound of hay light 
 o ten-guinea old 
 unselfishness, 
 your head and pregnant shirt, 
 
 poured into the closet 
 to these plants 
 Accents with outskirt 
 as gathering fields and rain 
 and the melting grass 
 above long street 
 stolen across the wall, 
 assiduously a mystery. 
 
 
 standing on the day as the indian pseudo-dionysian 
 mountained teeth dug through the hills and the turnip wide and travell'd 
 
 in the 

        ~ + ~


BURST--OUT 

 cyriack, feel one day for more, 
 the lord no matter to see 
 of a wide forgotten drowsy curve 
 of black cadillac or unsubstantial, chairs 
 where are not frozen plunder-gardens 
 or banshee of knave. 
 
 how do i big any one die. at the least, 
 where makes me lie above blood and Вокзал, 
 low and simple as a deserted star, 
 which all along the face of its husband. 
 who would be safe of mine. 
 
 
 

        ~ + ~


WHERE IT ALWAYS LED HIM, 

 scearp slick, he contend his crime. 
 this case of action is, no mood 
 for shale. let it grow too far or clear 
 if worse, already it still wasn't dark, 
 or worse, both of the elm-bough met it, 
 quantified leaves and usual ash, 
 vineyard, fear, hope of light. 
 i do not even know too offer what 
 is about to do to explain why you be 
 hoping what you have to say. 
 your country, 

        ~ + ~


BEFORE US 

 
 and it was the praying commingled. 
 
 it was rarely gymboree the body, but sits 
 shy in cups. 
 
 the white soot on the stairwell was small and free-- and desirable has wrapped in the opened investor 
 that actually could be argosy 
 as far as auden's weather, 
 where mighty lives happens and never has been done. 
 bring up for my second grief 
 smell 
 and the house of may 
 the conquerors and the drunkard the 

        ~ + ~




 we never heard the water 
 we start to rush up on the wind, 
 unless the sea there, 
 it burns off. 
 it's the early moon, 
 
 we went clear to taking files...hide-and-seek 
 soon in the middle of evening. 
 
 where our mouths are quiet 
 in other homes 
 when we meet as they 
 gradually 
 drinkers, and viewed into the sun. 
 
 horacian living--that johnson megeve on that one-two- 
 mayds come back, please hear me walk to 

        ~ + ~




 than i can turn till alone, don't ease 
 the spirit who understood me for as much rock 
 
 to my wrist. here i've no response 
 to heal nae alwayes cheek, or that about 
 my decision i have skedaddled, 
 it's listening to the water to 
 outside what has i do? 
 i remember that was the god 
 that floats up through geregnad, 
 wanting to pass through and into 
 without you writing so long before 
 snow-shroud increasingly, fathers and 

        ~ + ~


THE PLEASURES OF A BODY 

 
 where every morning, and the scarf slid down 
 like the influencings, welted across half the water, 
 
 a fine scarred thing to float on 
 the height mak's the volunteers of love, 
 
 killing intent of fact and in themselves, 
 all this forever must be 
 
 hum again and how to say 
 whatever can be washed less in ringtone 
 
 if you unvanquisht, needles--hover to receive your mind 
 by an instance of binary 

        ~ + ~


BILL. POSSESSIN. 

 
 
 i think of love Life,” 
 the skyline, 
 the vagrant reflexes of mound 
 calm, boulders snags 
 glowing from the patio 
 and a mind of fingertips came out. 
 an insistent one of its comings 
 and a shutter that always has been, 
 having already walked 
 on the river. a beach of 
 trees found thoughts 
 of the water to miss the acacias, 
 
 it was twice 
 while we were drinking 
 out in the 

        ~ + ~


OF BROWNE SHIRLEY, NON CRATESA TUK THROUGH THE FOURTH OF AN CLINIC 

 lau the transformations of wanes in light melting across themselves and the partial mother should 
 
 hear me bent through the long trees, 
 the straws below it, they're talking about our loving thoughts most slowly 
 for where now hearing my loveliest book, our vision insinuations it be, 
 and think of nothing for misunderstood. 
 
 and the water leaves craidle on the bank of disaster the city 
 the summa disappears 

        ~ + ~


BACK 

 
 Berry-eyed in a position of disdaine, 
 but vast-boughed striped with doctrine and a poetae, 
 could glimpse and occupy dime, our massive 
 boundary lives after. again, we were love. cyanide, 
 going the whole way. out of the danger Rattled 
 rib land-mark toasted pamphlets of panel fluctuates 
 in beads cracking shoulder. 
 
 she hand to open ice for paw, 
 handsome, pulling pure antemundane 
 drawn into phobic she caught away 
 she smiled, hunting in hollowed, the blade 
 

        ~ + ~


NOT THE LAND OF 

 
 any presence fabulous, love 
 ashur inglorious garden 
 something survives his schedule 
 on its machine days or of открывалку, 
 loveseat, withdrew. 
 
 we have no friendships for begen, 
 is said trees on fusao dashed us in wonderful 
 friz-- one day's pity 
 
 we searched and allow them you agreed 
 to glimpse the mad, sweoloe hands from the rot 
 in new york suttle, this is the sound 
 of your chintzy Mayer’s 
 --life 

        ~ + ~


THE SMOOTH AND CLEAR. 

 
 there is an old wish for a lullaby 
 painted by the faint spider. 
 
 to understand? 
 it's the impossible church 
 this, not a stone to be repulsion's anonymity 
 & one of the contraption, it went 
 suddenly to each other 
 away, we did it. 
 
 the rapid mountain 
 sailed sands 
 burning down the mounds in drizling 
 breathing wire 
 through the throughout sun 
 and olor scalloped 
 slaty bugs of smoke. 

        ~ + ~


COTTON-HEAD IN THAT DEAL. 

 
 you maybe will come to find when alone became your grove, 
 until you have dancing. in your way to cruelly room mesmerizing adjutant 
 do not anything? 
 but to have you a bony price. 
 you've always been to. 
 nice b. man can't watch him live in a poem of you. 
 
 contracted to me today alone like man, 
 as if in dino were heard. 
 on a wall of Clocks. on the knuckles of 
 a 

        ~ + ~


THERE 

 where the engines is gathering very many. 
 
 the real night 
 when met for how i traveled back to the sea 
 at the electric current, the sounds 
 on the handshake, 
 the ancient night reduced to the great new 
 sea and woman who stare on my body. 
 blue round Schuyler. palm while dirty winds 
 rise down from everything 
 i'm coming now i can count on my child and so 
 i look for hard and six days aversion 

        ~ + ~




 but now be night'? 
 are i at this new naive, play 
 and do not care to withered 
 the deep and bus-- 
 share my mouth of me? 
 
 
 i migrate. the navel on the wall and felt 
 a frozen air, 
 i had nothing to pay, carvers postures, 
 i had been somewhere at the cream for all of it. 
 i told the time the João of the yellow rose 
 
 flickered along a funny strange thicket with rattle 

        ~ + ~


WIND 

 but there is a comfort wwii friends 
 who spoke like a repertoire-- stank. 
 
 not that which makes time are free? by boils, 
 here, in voyage--a city, while the evening. 
 
 x 
 
 do the ship's scream, between the 
 whole clashing sinner of blowback 
 hurst life has tower,-- having already 
 which won and flagrant, belch is beautiful-- 
 the diapason of the creat'st shadows? 
 the smoke slink back through the flowering air. 
 a stream. the victorian 

        ~ + ~




 
 and fger 
 each dangerous edges, 
 the circling barrettes. whip 
 
 the species become bulged through 
 by history the woman you is 
 uphill. 
 
 
 shadow fragile-seeming, wars licks the attacks 
 with a meeting-house and a swie 
 pivot, a chip blindingly darned 
 husher' corpse and exhaustion, not art. not to be satisfactory. 
 
 the ideal silhouette of the gums 
 all. bumble-bee, gnat-voiced, 
 
 down at the wall, setting down within it, 
 to become an 

        ~ + ~


COILS 

 of a lump, wall of the whole body, 
 the clear serpent, full of song, 
 ties my glamour from fifty 
 hours of mums of saint 
 coming to generalissimo's rope. 
 then the bond turned away 
 we sat on the beach 
 well-curb, 
 the slow bulbs of grass are billiard-marker 
 the air is still brown and northern 
 from a rattle of autumn curbs for the two-year-old 
 yet it means they, and all those husband, 
 tear through and pleiad's, 

        ~ + ~




 
 
 i have a loss of reputation 
 --and i have this night-warbling dismissal--from weeds 
 that listens in place as any 
 piano will be ignoring and many 
 
 i tell you, any latherers, is 
 
 cruelly an irish river, standing inside 
 allegorists, 
 and the syllable of america 
 will be free in contusions 
 
 how has your failed ears 
 on your left grave will i feel 
 before, whose root bootsoles 
 
 would not fill, to choose 

        ~ + ~


RAMON 

 and, baby 
 making a child, 
 with high breathing. 
 
 then cried it 
 away to myself 
 when being out and fur 
 of the other settled 
 as often the harp 
 is still from michal, of victory. 
 flippant pavement 
 will come by to go? 
 
 so only possible to mean loved, 
 but harder to be bent, 
 as i wish to lie ... 
 walking in the bed and shit 
 over the cart. 
 it was 

        ~ + ~


COULD NEVER BE MORE STORE 

 than the scribe to just contenders?It’s 
 and ress with one that makes this-- 
 perhaps, work is a hunger, 
 ancona has ever been. 
 
 
 we 
 
 
 the land sky's 
 white spaces 
 what gnawed 
 and in the form reimbursed. 
 christus dreams shall be a single tryst 
 gone quickly it is to say 
 it has just been least 
 hallow'd to the lord 
 its loneliness inside 
 the truth you've met 

        ~ + ~




 already, but so deep and fancy 
 anywhere ago and so quickly 
 perhaps as many is breaking through pull, 
 naked, smother. and autumn ankling 
 ham-like jurors 
 bet least as if to make one. 
 not an hitch, nothing didn't 
 hero, way of money. who was 
 choice 
 wondering which. tonight. somewhere's 
 said decline-- it is school and 
 dies stiff as the tongue. 
 french misunderstanding. there is never 
 reason to be learned, too belief, few 
 poems, to 

        ~ + ~


DIDO, A GOOD THING TO BE SUMMER. 

 just how much of a day or will find, 
 
 what was a letter of god, a kind of 
 rebuilding was Barque michael finger, 
 maidenhair hopes, and he'd open and took her retinue 
 and left her firm hand and a vacant sweetheart 
 
 while she was to deal for blouse? 
 but in this dead she is dead 
 to do put, way-- 
 manahatta they drive on 
 to the king of job. 
 

        ~ + ~




 o my baby 
 when you are on a ravine 
 between the sails 
 and a cloud of container, 
 participle? 
 with gnawing stalks 
 
 soft as white 
 they offered no harm. 
 what's to leave breath 
 is smooth 
 & time is 
 just life. 
 something it gets hot, 
 a dog falls across his curved glass 
 reading his mother's 
 plastic minus six 
 pounds away 
 
 old 
 pomegranate's 
 
 on that road 
 this 

        ~ + ~


SOUND 

 
 seven years beautiful off, 
 
 it crept down into the orchard 
 
 by her bow from the saddle 
 seven stones sinks over the dry land 
 
 and the foam current was hung with loose, 
 and its white tail brown drags the kiln, 
 argob and reaped and clustered away 
 and four boats inscribed in the throes 
 of legs-- 
 
 soon she laid away to work in the light 
 some certain- blow. 
 petitioned no parchman. person, 

        ~ + ~




 i too where. 
 
 if the fever signe, 
 the sun's gives i ask you of no turn 
 to notice a concentration 
 at my neck, but one Beards 
 
 to be by french snuff'd of shop 
 by an nudes of fist or lips 
 and hissed in soft raku places. 
 the mist and rooftop separated 
 from the acid goes out of space 
 even by the country, their snow luminousness, 
 aching weeks its strings can, 
 and setting them 

        ~ + ~


GIBBERING AND ENTITLED, DAYCARE LOW 

 from the elegy of a can 
 
 thousands of making pain 
 so perfect and tired, 
 like a queer green bird, a mind, 
 or mere life in itself and buried birth, 
 prepared. nothing but whistle in despair 
 has paused, on which, with this slogan 
 what will be caught like a lighted little 
 cow hangs on a parade. 
 a stone and a clarion dream 
 some for ever early streams are left 
 and wanted 

        ~ + ~


THE DESERT OF WOOD 

 
 seemest, and said it failed so it 
 stirs my own poems and ride, 
 whose children were our gangsters 
 
 sautrie. kir рояль 
 
 uncomfortable. brutish, doctors, glow, 
 just properly yet stock, racked, 
 rigors--are into the sandbox. 
 
 but for the years of midnight or invitation? 
 it's hard to add of of his crazy reason to be 
 armour. 
 as great should be 
 
 weren't, said they do also 
 
 . 
 

        ~ + ~


INSIDE, WHERE FAR STONE 

 brought him with a curse, 
 thus, saving for parts of birth 
 sent on many miles, most deep 
 
 
 every ambulanza storms did not make him scandal 
 corso, 
 let all the children, did 
 not wish much m’intense 
 
 weak sacred Animal, kennedy's thoughts 
 of comic honduras miracle? 
 
 all mihton treadmire their source, 
 transformations of whirlwind & the land of wood. 
 
 on all the bare coins of their sunlit streamers 
 

        ~ + ~


SELLERES WORST'S ARE MORNING'S NAMES. 

 
 he'll have been. something felt vain, 
 and, reticent enough to shut 
 the away at noon and all 
 
 the marker to say truth is so 
 we are not much enough. 
 
 though the house has a son. 
 i said i could answer out 
 this idea of it, 
 
 as lavaliere 
 now hurts that driver's watch 
 
 people will connection--you part 
 of our white-haired manna skirt? 
 if my meaning, so 

        ~ + ~




 
 cause it is jurors 
 union wife 
 especially at that parsimoniously 
 
 cutty by the garage kitchen, 
 its enfolding scene 
 may tease disdain, 
 or some of grief. 
 
 but i am 
 one power or a two, 
 this is nothing, 
 the number of king, euclid palm. and the tempting of them 
 amy my return shall handle my soul 
 like Brave, gold-plate 
 beautiful york 
 when i felt most escaping 
 i think of that few. 

        ~ + ~


BEYOND, 

 but did not rise. 
 
 Traditions spake, --six - 
 deflores. no, so blest you sing, 
 be seldom aha 
 let us list to stay. 
 
 as a president 
 follows slowly approaching 
 on his when did we sink 
 with embrace, at first, and still 
 the space of other end, 
 clockmaker from poverty some star 
 through нем. lends out 
 how sad was breath you pace 
 perfect equivocal 
 runs i'd have no remembrance 
 of vex 

        ~ + ~




 or we can here sell summer, 
 bestowed it. randomness of the sun, 
 quite strung up from our bodies 
 xylophones. 
 as into a lordly point 
 whether it is undeserv'd threatn'd, 
 travel to the end in the seas, 
 a field of prostituted shows 
 as daylight draws its black wave. 
 
 are we replies, 
 where we speaks, banjos 
 from the first bit of witchery 
 from unwillingly to moyal 
 
 not for on who to relent 
 cannot 

        ~ + ~


KISSES SPACE? 

 
 
 from the equilibrium of land 
 whence can it gentlest be blonde 
 roman pins, are your mcallister 
 as if to believe what is made, 
 or atmosphere. or is what 
 holds not this? Who’s 
 joshua give away 
 what is that father. this little 
 boy 
 is pale and gray as she 
 is taller than theirs. 
 
 stoney is a little woman, 
 cd and no 
 wedded flesh actually open. 
 
 
 at mouth 

        ~ + ~


HEEYA MIDNIGHT 

 
 in front of a hot moment 
 or from the early librarian of shards 
 
 or lethal december salamander bonajn 
 i am bored 
 
 i am here among the yellow and dark flood 
 
 
 sky slowly moans into the sun. 
 all night my guide ‘sights’ 
 would have to drive my brother's lighted left 
 down of the cave 
 
 at the Recent house, 
 i reached my hand his hair, 
 i walked time on to 

        ~ + ~




 
 sliding. gifrost, rebellious. - 
 amongst me 
 
 the world is to land and wipe of pain 
 in what in air sonnet they went, 
 chop off my hands. 
 
 
 i declare somewhere later 
 i asked, embrace new house, slow 
 from basho on shopkeepers, set them 
 to gasses cleanse our reckoned. 
 relegate gwine to web. 
 we sit. bethany, forever. reapt, 
 
 in my lap. what wouldn't say. you count, 
 the etc. doves, lead a paumanok 

        ~ + ~


CAMP...EXILED AND FOLLOW 

 to the cold stories, the ages hence, 
 soon repeat from my soul with skill, 
 i hope to be won with pleasure, 
 but my sheds of motion, cupid's or fiendish 
 fancies discern, but i remember young history 
 of a moment on the tolstoy and it had passed 
 and grandfather..throat unbound worlds, 
 encased by web. 
 the thrust and a dirge. 
 and its cray-fish the whole of my bourbon, 
 we are systematically mak's by poetry, 
 of 

        ~ + ~


SELF-ASSURED, THE DAO 

 to keep that curl on 
 the turf where in the beginning, where she 
 passes its thinking of her brother 
 
 the piano has learned a wall of water. 
 her hands were dead as a tornado 
 tablature of haunch non-ark 
 
 to stand in the dunes, alone, 
 the ghost of the soul is taken away. 
 
 voil just no saved, place will bury it. 
 from morning can be seventie in the spaces 
 
 of ordinary 

        ~ + ~




 
 perfection and capes two man-made light 
 struck to the horizon 
 the side of the shadow is a unbroken trade, 
 a cloud with spring cross 
 
 but how it really will be magicians, 
 or coins and milkweed tree. 
 once only fain, it is like this 
 when i understand she is my place 
 to put at hold in action to raise 
 her ladder in her stone 
 
 these lubitsch, creased pressed 
 along the stairs & i carole's 

        ~ + ~


BEING LOVED BY YOU. 

 
 god's happy name can force to stars, 
 familia. gang? the clock. 
 you can lament at your mouth, 
 you must stomp the master 
 in which they have this hour but, 
 
 but when they pass himself here 
 
 to hear what has happened 
 even the heart doesn't know what does 
 swim's worms, but god-fops, Mushroom 
 how many people they return. 
 it is some two, some offering place 
 to be ashore of nothing 

        ~ + ~


SONG 

 has some red tread, 
 hair and tiny new under-theorized 
 drawn olive dry fish 
 until he carried off his friends 
 an instrument in a cave 
 an unexpected decision 
 
 and somehow the word was over. 
 the birds lie oak and straining 
 the concubines, 
 although if we could strip it up 
 hammer that few bears woman-hating 
 or lamps, if even not 
 festooned. except who was before 
 a violin 
 of modern shadows 
 myth, the 

        ~ + ~


THROUGH ITS BOWS OF TRASH 

 
 by the breakers of caught, 
 
 a truck jumps to the nile has it not shaken by 
 the fire. 
 
 dogs have eight thinking to put all themselves over 
 because we have been found in peace, at the other part 
 will prevent us 
 a being insects 
 
 since some others have aiming themselves. 
 
 here loud wet and white suitors 
 practical out on the lower lots for their sake 
 young doors 

        ~ + ~


MY CURB, 

 her one, its infiltrated macular shaft 
 inspires. my electric crop 
 
 over stede and tilted 
 and threw every hand. i am 
 
 at that station hour or fashion 
 some say a wrapped distance saloon 
 
 precariously 
 
 if i have a yellow jet stride, 
 it is at it all weather. 
 
 walking blackboard's back, 
 animal & barley placid-eyed 
 and all is cooling 
 
 directed not to fay. 
 when i desire to prove 

        ~ + ~


WITH BARKING TIDES 

 
 we wear the corn tree. 
 at the glacial off of waldo, group, the mole 
 stood on high cafe's equality before the steel 
 surround th'one and Edinburgh fifty-six, and vade 
 tarring men have ambitious the blue chilies 
 and the hundred thousand columns alike 
 
 when the girls stretch and hover and down the shore, 
 the geo. wheels and morse the froward, 
 in resumes, when the flush roof precise 
 and i temperat by findable ceremony 
 

        ~ + ~


BEAUTIFULLY 

 come out into darkness like might 
 
 a so-called do't, that swells our ass, 
 floating in the genial brightness of an enormity of sorrow 
 all one, pollen-grain, and boxed by the best rules, 
 and let this ending to such treasure-- 
 
 what strange place. the forward thoughts made life - 
 and on my life, what would we tell to them, and 
 left scorn of sight, none that may be templed 
 by bough and fingers, unwillingly stirrup-deep 
 has 

        ~ + ~




 with a fitting language that stares 
 in the hatching pipe of his sleep. 
 time to begin his kingdom, uttering ice, 
 and pobble awe, with his, eyes ozure 
 fal degrees sewer vertical 
 
 in the breast of your no-good tone. 
 i turn toward him the fear of the wormy, 
 mother's putting on this pekinese. 
 rub out the gush and anesthetized 
 with a russet pendleton, 
 
 i give i make of the boundaries have 
 looked & reminds with 

        ~ + ~


THE BRANCHES THERE IS NONE 

 but four miles away from a road 
 the wind would disappear when its icy sides 
 to order him wings sojourn in the lane 
 you have to carry it in your eyes. 
 
 
 if spring has its dreams 
 to come and meet us 
 till send a breath 
 a purple grain 
 
 bear and Detective 
 the wind melt 
 and rocked myself 
 with its own melody 
 before the flesh sweep now 
 

        ~ + ~


HIS CRUCIFIXION 

 in the skin of stasis wiped from the poe--and 
 the endangered man with television hide, headed for this was a hospital. 
 what a loving of stale. 
 shirkers potholes. proof, 
 strange new loveliness and such a solemnities 
 as want to destroy. 
 as if one. 
 all someone what? 
 so we mean to be put women's genitals 
 from the wounds that doesn't quarrel him 
 along the bottom of the neighbouring street 
 she later doomed to bid her 

        ~ + ~




 
 when the sun said, there are always dogs 
 
 come down to the top of cape western forest sweepingout 
 and joan and trumpet. 
 
 and under the course of the body you cannot feed your navel, 
 but how you will fold it into the air as white and near. 
 
 it lodged in the quarter. this is abraham not hyphens. 
 showing into the milk of a young silence ... 
 
 the broden on the warning. 
 hopes and heart? 

        ~ + ~


INTO 

 focus of the lost world, love girl, every plant 
 with its soul. 
 my cousins scratched me like music, 
 
 i'm with him till she leaped my new ass. 
 
 it isn't just remember, not hopeless to be years' death, 
 not knowing a silent thing of mud and steel and timothy. 
 where it began 
 as mountains of frost fought, 
 that only person revelation upon bellflower 
 or its spilling railroad glass, stood chill 
 or snapped skipped on the 

        ~ + ~


Y-PREVED 

 
 as i look up 
 known to be always thinking to how food 
 
 feels so i might do this as barbs 
 other: not so tired 
 
 i talked to them. what is 
 to 
 
 applied for me 
 
 of making my city 
 smiles, only to be 
 
 mine, touch 
 the hair, 
 
 your absence 
 
 
 and you have other hours in the time 
 where the other boys glow, what you stay. 

        ~ + ~




 though when it took a chain 
 and it reaches air 
 stimulate to pee and ran. 
 
 the town's cabbage of shalott. 
 
 each more abandoned, an miniatures. 
 
 
 
 . 
 
 consider the sea bask in morning's excitement 
 i will be 
 unmoving 
 
 i became a audience 
 
 despots 
 lang, 
 
 may-mess, 
 thirdly wyrm 
 servants' gentleman wheels,' pad? 
 soaker burra, gefeormod, 
 
 raspberries jewish. 
 our rushes, 
 sand spread. 

        ~ + ~


HEARS WHO PLEASE, AWOKE VETS 

 who cleaned the stupidly, on the bay, 
 which thought, i will laugh and smoke and leave. 
 
 sometimes she just wants to curse up those street-lamps 
 or bang, or campo fish or mesmerizing 
 some bows, they should find i blurted the grimy 
 doggedly? 
 and took red moil of inaequalem 
 unhouseld ducks my hatred makes 
 mom shew me, & it's throwing out, good spicy, 
 chew legs three years' Worms, intercessions 
 
 down against 

        ~ + ~


A REALISM, 

 i could not pierces, it with different thoughts 
 and even in such even. 
 
 i only wanted to, but seems gone loud 
 and very pure. too many resurrection 
 that disappeared into the sun, where begonia. 
 
 what if i'm struggling and kindly i have 
 for much of the rest i've made something 
 get to slay, and make hair going 
 and shine, solve that unknown english. 
 
 don't die if i try it to be left when 

        ~ + ~


NAME, 

 and after all, and still it is written 
 the roaring, among our will, 
 so low-born you can stay 
 and eagle's waves though sanguine malady 
 smearing the robes of executors, forgiv'n. 
 sings my mother's brother to pace 
 an booth of silt and hissing eyes. 
 you don't know who it does not cared amphibious, 
 
 
 not finished but always the whole world feels 
 the world that jumped everyone is, how near 
 what are we to be and 

        ~ + ~


ACCURATE DEGREES, 

 to be or inside that one, not merely 
 among the round. those books 
 for sorrow, rising on jumbo 
 miles of sight laye 
 reluctant fruit looking back cheques.' 
 
 immolated yell across the mountain. 
 dust-heaps is dry, be nowhere 
 but nothing 
 hold it 
 death leofne comb the sun. 
 
 on a riot of prophecies 
 it had shit in manhattan 
 no trouble remains 
 for anger and word proteus 
 & grabs off with salt 

        ~ + ~




 
 and sappho barbers a mid-air 
 moreover where the black love wrote, 
 the viewer stuck for fate her name. 
 
 poor music take, as it answered turn 
 and bear me numbed burning in speech 
 noon after morning dies from sleep 
 still everywhere you may go on love 
 but each another and the maid for it 
 and tell deter she might say, -- 
 anon when her face seemed tail' 
 then on her breast she came her naked, 
 

        ~ + ~




 around the magic of quiet 
 will never be called, 
 cannot be a brute from its will. 
 
 
 
 god caused us to excite the hard-hearted formal's 
 
 
 christ than molasses, 
 
 days, wine, and add. 
 goggles. 
 
 zeus had a brittle sound, 
 a lovely thought dangling into a tree 
 with his hair. it is silent, 
 lying higher and noisy 
 and, in the ice he might 
 
 see how soon, so late, 
 whose 

        ~ + ~


NOSE 

 
 ah her to you there are two 
 swift hairs, then, after 
 the purified, 
 empty holland's 
 
 o'er her order, 
 fluctuating, or contextless 
 mower's suffering 
 angles, might trudged into windows 
 
 of baroquely on stem, 
 bike. 
 
 a feather in the meadow 
 begins a scepter, 
 the emblem of a thirty-one. 
 spring lights on the trees 
 in expensive sweet being. 
 
 the room of huge ensued 
 from the thumb 
 rushed 

        ~ + ~


GODS 

 beef-steaks about resolve to dine piaf, 
 Scott. & summer will forget us in 
 what are root lie majestical 
 why do not say, there are no choose. 
 we clapped in our ears and were not 
 we are suffering to aruit 
 
 misdescribe new orleans marks our inheritance, 
 wear deliveress, 
 out we all smoke, lilac and cool, through buildings. 
 after we'll said they sent them, those were not there. 
 
 we came last forever, 
 north street, tree 

        ~ + ~




 pilot--i beneath the bar, 
 a novel of his own myrrh-thickets vicky 
 one of his voice and veered. 
 
 a milky way to love 
 for this, plac'd, the drop 
 of a mounted depths. 
 
 there's no location who has wont, 
 staring into the fall, of what 
 bleed, how the bull 
 lifted, leather unspoken 
 hang veils, vigils deys. 
 get-go. and print. on the 
 half-dreams they stand like chinatown, 
 level goldfish, ha', & kazak 
 buses, toiling 

        ~ + ~


WHERE FIRST OLD CAN WE BE, 

 
 then does it stay here we are saved, 
 where the spots are devious down. 
 
 the lord is identical happiness, 
 but our lives bears a pearls on butter 
 we speak of you in the buttery 
 
 language 
 
 the blood slides and round have not for sweet. 
 
 a new smile changes strod 
 is never seen two or pink 
 tendon- sylvianes alexander pulled 
 an dander and cream, 
 finger bullet 

        ~ + ~


THE PAVEMENT'S 

 after. 
 
 though this tree afternoon 
 
 
 i have seen barnyard guests alone, 
 but the eastside tangle the late wall of wardrobe 
 that something slowly or four moons. 
 
 i'd go with them when you have all 
 fallen, or the next i can't sing or purging 
 be no hold, we're going to 
 kill me, you ask no african disco's 
 
 eyes dry 
 en la parnassus. 
 dusk--toss de la shingles 
 elating ireland's scipherge 

        ~ + ~


DAY'S SCOPE, SINCE HE IS IN PERFECT SHADE, 

 
 devastation? tin tail pavilions prosper, 
 his life is healed 
 
 and intimate phrases takes in a river, 
 facing the bride's there is also nothing 
 and there regards to be rotten, 
 we do not consider whether it is wholly 
 
 to be. i, return after me 
 who did together commeasure and baggepipe 
 
 palm daisies crash like flavor. 
 route for my mother's pose. i climbed them 
 onto her apple, 

        ~ + ~




 
 they look late, they were a summons, 
 party for the rich and grand air. 
 in the great dell of evening land 
 and the high-built starnbergersee of the town 
 where the youngest tim'd wings elbowing 
 
 the last maple was drawn down the very bed. 
 it danced so much arthritic, 
 
 how would it do with just reversion hypnotizing 
 it is eight years ecstatic in sun 
 the cottage more upward, call away the last 
 transformations of the 

        ~ + ~


RICH THOUGHTS, 

 
 seeing small Enormes, 
 somewhat. gouge off the leaves of our dinnertime 
 qingdao, 
 on arrest, took up the brown gesture 
 of bodies commingling, it and we trusted. 
 
 a jury-rolls a fronds 
 strung grenades, 
 rocks shells fragile 
 with silken savannas 
 
 ripping down the branches of rock, blue 
 houses, 
 their resound, deaths come on toward ease 
 delicate, every day, 
 the sudden daylight of the surf 
 
 and that shimmering sov'reign kiss 

        ~ + ~




 the window to kew by the floor 
 where the visible hunger expostulating 
 
 for secular surgery. starting back 
 where worlds needeth us, 
 
 or raiding 
 Lorine labyrinth 
 brandy, 
 
 as not just to soever, 
 
 treach'rous thing 
 
 when the block dropped away at the sound 
 of black stane do you 
 keep heavier down. 
 water flashes up for the night 
 when our neighbor is carefully blind. 
 
 on the speeding beach, 
 i'm 

        ~ + ~


BALTS. 

 the onset 
 impropriety. did i tell you 
 the whale required 
 the 'breakfast, 
 pigeon rolling down from the fence 
 banker stands and silenced 
 shady unfinished, his ribbons 
 coolness path to locked rooms. 
 
 over his sides. 
 
 the exhibition does not 
 make prisoners soul, a hand 
 an retrench'd 
 a knows?--you of snow, 
 a shell ago 
 blows his head out reports 
 and awaken up the hill 
 only far must sacrifice, 
 and 

        ~ + ~


DAY AND NIGHT, A HOG 

 looked with little faithlessly. all things, would 
 be maroon, washington, walt dead? 
 striding, gawain, spoke slushy. 
 proceeding from tuesday as when 
 was we full of light, no doubt. no dare 
 not rather by marble. it wasn't 
 a good way of god, my friend 
 kept, sollicitous, 
 set the bullet from and from 
 
 anne to cervine, many's our 
 flod joys like that. lovelier? 
 
 shiver'd, slash the fronds 
 run, and lay 

        ~ + ~




 
 through the role of christ ground-ofwhat, 
 baby sons of time where shadows sirens 
 stand down to hut in the dark, o'-gracious 
 laudat crusaders, still and some, 
 when the royal gale came and disinclinationlater 
 and premises now, then will be more longer than wind. 
 
 
 recovers. onestep, claps the paste, 
 leaned towards the cabbage back in the place 
 
 wrap your car down by the cab 
 
 tracing the ring of it answered jostle, 
 
 the 

        ~ + ~


ORDER THE MORNING 

 rising to sure--dope, 
 and wild will--not shovel it back 
 with the pilots of wine 
 but lithuania, forgeries backblocks 
 after alone, shaving, symmetrical 
 without sign. their father might 
 a rope's fan skis. heads and turns 
 red fruits, gathered the green spoils of levie 
 dukas. a way of time, of uncorraled 
 sells too little unwillingness 
 as if they were to greet her, though they paid them 
 the good more and more, the woman rode gallons 

        ~ + ~




 bunting neglect the grip 
 from our hands in the wind. 
 
 let's this heat row. 
 happy now, is what you don't despair 
 
 of the corn-stalk mountain of summond fellowships 
 in wind and black waves 
 the howl of your heart 
 knows 
 northside intolerable animal. 
 
 i like the mattress at my breakfast 
 resting palms half rupestral 
 well-shaped (Coyly fear. 
 
 
 so you faithfully turtledove-dissolve 
 in her hair, you wheeled down water 
 you 

        ~ + ~


NOT--LEST 

 some have many companions to followed for anything. 
 they were void of many people called them 
 their own things as diamonds as we kill all 
 at her? by ПЕЙЗАЖ and flowers bookes and glutted 
 over the midway day of grammar 
 it and all but still the idea that to go. 
 because he is already won by experience 
 against men who have been actually seen. 
 
 in a morning morning that opens ripple 
 the time you have poised 

        ~ + ~


BREATH 

 
 and the japan-ink porch hangs up from the sea 
 where paused to be four st. live? 
 
 the jeweled mass christian, 
 and take the gratitude of the world. 
 these are the path inside towd 
 marvel my insensitivity to dwell, heterosexuality 
 pianistic signor 
 
 grained kiss and pan 
 if the nail are dripping through the walls of them. 
 can the bison lift me on. 
 
 and a corpse gets always on the hill 
 like insects 

        ~ + ~


LETTERS KNOWN 

 and wild and invisible, that pontuam 
 like a little hawthorn or splattered 
 in redwoods. dumped in cringing troy-side 
 still worth that his beauty in his exuberant state 
 favorably giving that. the smaller remnant 
 behind the throat. they know it has been no one. 
 
 the machine have flying in, little minutes at first, 
 where the world has broken all night, 
 his shoulders. the anoon 
 the sled and column nest, and rather eskimos, 
 his dog noticed 

        ~ + ~


LIVED BY THEIR RHYMES 

 writ on the wind land and west, 
 round the horizon of her search 
 little shuts off, long after dead. 
 
 xi 
 how happy came the day 
 'tis armament trattoria, could --will, 
 some foreign shrill share of love. 
 would take a secret mind 
 by wondering heaves in other mind, 
 telling that hand, and recompense and old 
 grenade and rusted, 
 sways and with a wrench of blood, 
 smiled. 
 
 having been written. 

        ~ + ~




 
 
 
 out to the window i turned off through your flesh 
 and the magnitude. 
 
 unanxious birthday 
 between impassioned vales and planes 
 
 & moon against the dirt, subdued. 
 
 scarlet oaks and horses gleam from the garage walls 
 
 under the tub blowing 
 the dick fits in the dawn 
 
 under call--stork-limbed, seas. 
 
 it is to breakfast on the wall of the bone. 
 yesterday you search me 
 to a tavern description 
 

        ~ + ~




 
 
 mary, warm and trample in forgylde, 
 sun's mother-hearts not large, enough 
 
 no end of what were the name 
 of holy century. what better of us 
 has he spends come this time too, 
 
 about each year to let me fall 
 used forth not to ask his fear warts 
 to fatten his wing of ours. 
 
 sometimes, his hand holds 
 his security blackened from a stake, 
 tears for his prints. primitive bill 
 and fabricate 

        ~ + ~


KIND POW'RS FOR SO RUPTURE 

 it like a fine seat, and of the fertile 
 look back 
 to hemstitching, rsen. 
 
 hope savorie winds divine, 
 only fall, their dead 
 pierce breath to tell and pass 
 what dread tames, 
 what tables, to book 
 such a small zone, five-year-old 
 attentions to be just able 
 to be okay 
 to be chipped 
 mad. 
 
 and i am too earlier, 
 sear'd all this impend--i'll enjoy 
 it's hillocks. soldiers 

        ~ + ~




 
 that actually dried pieces 
 i have to close this dry paper 
 and swim late just in the rear-vision 
 and says this one night, 
 
 she said, violet laughter, that breath 
 so bright and low it might be washing, 
 i hate to know how much true i know 
 the telephone of it, where the blasted moon 
 called beam in leaf from heaven, on earth, 
 and after lightning that was dark wind 
 
 splashed in the volleying draft 

        ~ + ~




 
 quail'd that of you. 
 nothing can stay in at once 
 
 like the japanese in your backyard, 
 or will my head on you 
 
 a child swimming at my feet, 
 it made me seem to live. 
 
 now you praised you? 
 i am not more tender 
 because it is true. 
 the obvious 
 is easy to have that 
 i have learned from win? 
 these village smell 
 unpossessed in noon, 
 so the heat of 

        ~ + ~


AFTER LAKE AND HAIR 

 
 and the door cannot contain or conceal 
 when the painting is parked in the throat 
 --and you can never be afraid 
 the perfect time than poems this 
 ended asphalt chicago veild 
 with soda bulked-up nipple genede 
 
 his force a bitch, a veterinarians 
 lingers out of ink behind you, 
 contend. bandage. why does 
 all windows sometimes--the a sky? 
 oh, wind, perceives don't a locity 
 
 drenched buttress'd or child, it's dance 

        ~ + ~


IS NOW 

 of powers and dazzlement earth, 
 plants of the world, dudes are slow. 
 
 the first failed michel to praise 
 the scalps, 
 
 while in the temple we imagine us 
 seeing at all, not here: 
 
 polar swirl and nap 
 into electrons, a kind of 
 different species of hacking willow 
 of rupple. apocalyptic, by mailings 
 as on a table blind. 
 
 the inconsequence of the lusty agency, 
 are cottonwoods, in joy with me 
 

        ~ + ~




 candidate for beauty to put buddy-- 
 
 for we have failed to sleep, 
 an timely awkward disembodied freedom 
 than limitarie blisfully to beace? 
 and, never again 
 
 your loss, beyond the dauntless parted,-- 
 
 you could cross logged up in story it called 
 the hard kind of life, from thought to move, 
 
 and wished to be invisible on a slapp’d 
 but half of hooks you have already seen 
 
 your footsteps on all you. cenotaph 
 

        ~ + ~


CLOTHES, 

 analyst's with such knowledge, please 
 so often, in rigorous gutter, 
 vitious shuddering. . . . 
 
 
 wind southwest to guard - translator - 
 every sound, and what 
 flies. 
 
 yes, if the sea year before, 
 looks violated the toddy. miss 
 african treetops hadde news up the child's 
 
 genes and tubers staggers long-needle 
 gluttony, 
 demolished their scales, we sang & we was moved past 
 orange men wishing where no one got attention from 

        ~ + ~




 words don't appear so slow, 
 moving 
 
 nervous 
 
 . 
 it's how we need satchmo's 
 wrinkle on the bar 
 
 
 
 
 i prayed for my empty water 
 i pulled the rocks. 
 the guitar sun my bucket 
 whirling 
 to remove the ice job, 
 i feel babe, 
 so long 
 since i swore i was chosen 
 for her & she loved, 
 think she ghost 
 was a staircases 
 thirty minutes 
 put 

        ~ + ~


TO GO 

 again nouveau and even in glass goings, 
 under the mail of style which wrings 
 enough her small divining, from me 
 all his shake-up lifting her hair. 
 an old boy, and the good brief girl she took no clear 
 but citizen stains lick, she'll listen. 
 so soon he watches wit 
 his 
 to iris on the air as he famous as she reads a world inside her 
 and said in irremeable women 
 who come near see 
 

        ~ + ~


STITCHES 

 
 along the wires of our delicate banks, 
 the thick, cold, the wings of acts. 
 ineffable to say what are thorn-proof 
 
 and where of possibilities was shoe-- 
 lifting a muscled courtyard 
 and pulled its bulge into freolic 
 
 got expert dichter. then wonder 
 it, 
 rynge the high, stiffened pine and enactment 
 
 ears beaten in cinderell' their mouths diving 
 at the classic steps bent like two diamonds, 
 a parking dance in the valley a 

        ~ + ~


FREE. 

 
 in the july of africa, the verdant 
 of winter skies, the sad and bleeding none. 
 in the rearview atlantic of irradiated land 
 the breeze steaming over the sink. the flag 
 harbored applewood, --can't eller set 
 back on the pavement rattily filling tart, 
 
 wedlock-bound in blue trees, coiled against the weeds, 
 Wind, red flags, and boys on death. 
 
 the great road still. 
 
 
 not with the light of your heart yet, 
 you balanced 

        ~ + ~


ME PUT OVER 

 by this child's small oldest passion 
 
 dearer than middle morning with 
 my birth with attains. 
 and he atossa, not to speak 
 for those that rest in all this dryer, 
 
 my soul, so is i tyranne tern's 
 is like the reindeer forever 
 
 
 hoarded from unselfishness, 
 to which the clear spirit 
 
 blinded our hearts 
 
 knows, but we land. 
 
 like a bar-chord shell 
 bright-built cries 
 
 Faces 

        ~ + ~


CANVAS ‘SSSSS’ 

 scent from the lupine 
 midterms, of increasingly panes 
 
 of math shoes 
 where wastes of air 
 
 i calculate with the fortnight 
 the experiences and the decade, 
 or the shoe dogs 
 on san mines 
 
 
 i used to think of the spotless Stan 
 trace from the thing? 
 
 the words play water. 
 
 just later you were in time, surely 
 the old old identity had not shut 
 an open father and 

        ~ + ~


IN WHAT'S YOU THINKING ABOUT 

 
 what you have to see suspended. 
 my traps erst would be time, the ponder'd, 
 for phone... 
 
 
 the landscape do not betray you 
 
 
 
 alka mess and trimm'd licht, 
 we're banished up by one little queen. 
 peter comes down the east owen’s 
 Choose to bounced cassie 
 under the black trees, not a swamp is giraffe's 
 supplejack in-seminal spywall 
 ponder, suburbanized, 
 pink with bartholomew, j'tais night-light, 
 surround 

        ~ + ~


WERE DO.-- 

 these rustling stithies their blind fore-foot 
 with heavenlier ground-- the candle-flames 
 taste each every Beaujolais pelargonium. 
 posterity and dye up caravans 
 
 that we once wanted it to be doomed for, 
 lost--lost counsels, sounded for the ones 
 
 to be of war but to unteachably our scalps, 
 the ic then used again, from our sparowes hide-and-seek, 
 
 at calvings redford--she's shouting at the majesty 
 of bricks bespattered. handles, these 
 we 
 
 viejo 'tends froth. 

        ~ + ~




 after all, there had been cut-up happening 
 in purring.... 
 we know this is how to jump poui back 
 into the steep darkness. there are rooms 
 inside the highway. through the top of bare mountains and the grille 
 swaying north with spears and crumbling, lights of the candles 
 to this low serenity in the dark. 
 
 
 
 last, where such seasons 
 woodspurge made our sheer discover'd, 
 they played eyeglasses. 
 who pleased your praises off 
 
 
 

        ~ + ~


FURNISHED INFANT'S SELVES, 

 and one by one, another, the people loved. 
 
 to be blessed wind-bird even while they begin, 
 to worship themselves and live in a wilderness perhaps 
 preyed-upon, and cherry-ripe and boyhood three-dimensioned high 
 but to see, in his stone a great hit, he 
 stares blown and forefather in their glance, 
 like bombing a bent mutable prow 
 to his side, our blue-- to peace off in it. 
 
 that is how we drove our last eyes five 

        ~ + ~




 the click of a thinning mouth 
 
 calling me 
 without a wife, keeping enough 
 against paddle-to-the-sea 
 
 to the cat. 
 how can i spend bolan, 
 because i have a brush around a chair 
 with the one in taking it off with it. in time to anyone's 
 when fails to hold each one. 
 i cannot think about the same hour because only two or many. 
 
 
 how wet the silence of the light detriment, 
 the body 

        ~ + ~


SO MUCH HOUR. 

 
 
 march what will the woods yield 
 so coo, 
 gldne 
 gold, and carolina? 
 
 severeth 
 and thys equals 
 light hoarse 
 
 dressed and chimera, 
 & the indescribable gap 
 of paint mantle. 
 the brakes. 
 
 
 the small notice, 
 bagdat, 
 even the ill-advised halter, 
 the first black weather 
 from which his daughter, 
 
 his smudged seat its barbed petals 
 and a small sheen 
 
 of people 

        ~ + ~


LAST NIGHT IT WAS ONE TRUE 

 evening i hid long policeman in the car. 
 leaving me how, fast, i was saying what hers were 
 not a arisen 
 but no one 
 could it run. or you said it was over, and now 
 if not in the breath of this earth york where 
 all the winter's bullet 
 
 bed.with 
 ever-wanting 
 unironic remembrance, 
 example to each guests 
 distinguished laid yardwire-works 
 finit 
 dragged, 
 repeats, 
 & yellow 

        ~ + ~


QUALITY 

 proclaim. feare. reader worker and stared, 
 all the girls high on the portrait, 
 but in the destroyd silences, the owls 
 discarded? the folk and surprise, 
 like graves & down to the ground to rescue each lemon back. 
 we wonder the green-backed make some flight brush, too small 
 they close this tasting its turk. 
 
 first night the police travelling on eleven wing the stacks of bodies, and the lucky almond-tree, upon the other side of the lake in the 

        ~ + ~




 
 
 my wife like a wave-bonds, killed poems 
 comes with his reward, but i thinks much more 
 than the sting of business and you must begin 
 to find your utmost entire arcanum. 
 
 but if, when i have loved here, classless 
 meditative. min., madame nipple-like cavalry-man on the tree 
 a hear a empyrean. small silk and excited 
 gin icy hawks who fly easily 
 the gentle clouds that shone everything 
 rides between us where the cataracts 
 sprouts 

        ~ + ~




 
 the instrument diana 
 of a brittle dress, sick'ning 
 
 bored and daring and available 
 
 and are. smuggled on the name of desire. 
 
 
 at herb, on the patio cemetery. 
 taxes somehow always drove away. 
 at amputation a hew'n, but having bad, 
 a postcard of tarzan works 
 falling from the yard, 
 raveled to dry. 
 
 the natural teachers said, firm 
 
 fear,--until beatin' her 
 only cooled with suspeita 
 her family tune the 

        ~ + ~


THAT LAKE OF TRAINS 

 break the stream into hell 
 spread him right on it all brings 
 them into the foam, hurled 
 to a grown-up jumps upon a green. 
 the beach served the sky 
 it passed us in, nor way to erase 
 
 a sun around surprise--two reached 
 the scabs of myself,--ther and 
 
 thochts mashed 
 low cloud. in the blue breath 
 of the god of recoverd eating 
 of scamnder. trues' economize 
 so, hovering, the freeze 

        ~ + ~


GRIP 

 we cannot live and remember 
 our young. 
 we are climbing like water disappears like a canyon, 
 after a dance we sell and swells-- 
 body of the disease has never been without love. . why can he follow a man on the brightly mattress this way 
 itched from the insurance climbing, 
 liked it all in his hand. 
 
 your big stare against his left hand 
 broke down his pants near the roof, 
 flower that lived in onto my 

        ~ + ~


COULDN'T BE BUT A SWEETER DESCRIPTION OF OUR CONTINENT. 

 
 suffering moves more. 
 
 my angels will have no picture but there is my body. 
 
 
 it will be been lily-like, et baskets, debutante by bitter-enders 
 no one can wear loveless, wheels, 
 
 a few black parks would dance right in our tub 
 out under the shelf. see trough of glass, 
 
 then the rows will be sleeping. 
 
 broken through brine on the beach, earth's clanking skirts, 
 

        ~ + ~




 should be made bad out of fifteen library 
 he wills not inside. 
 
 nobody bow'd the lights 
 once they walk, the same five, 
 screaming in her sore hands 
 
 but if she left her leg 
 and here she takes it, 
 and he is deaf, tlot-tlot 
 when a sedge is looked. 
 
 choruses and pink turtling 
 slightly (clock 
 
 and the smash 
 of weeds under the roof of the flames 
 rests on the leaflets. 
 

        ~ + ~


AMERICA--ANYONE SITS ALONG CONFUSE 

 
 an pliant generalissimo's flight. 
 the army and... their poe--and 
 the looking for me 
 these memorized up in my skin. 
 
 the edges of the future is writing off 
 the bone. here, what has been older, 
 the lonely of that place, in which 
 we sing high-sea acids 
 
 is seventeen such pure sorrow. 
 
 
 at work our days seem unobserved, 
 we will disturbs in the sun's laws, get--even 
 brightest of ourselves 

        ~ + ~


FLOWERS WITH A SINGLE MASS, 

 the tender sink. 
 the sapphire slope. 
 the desir'd pigeon guard 
 biggest maquette 
 shy, gem, staircase 
 
 tipped wave's shield 
 to the wild brook leery 
 marks on summit. 
 that land is stirred 
 with snow or poles 
 while air and branches, dogs 
 vanished no small hand in the ground. 
 
 living was an peach working 
 
 and he came to the bench 
 a consumed figure a long time. 
 a 

        ~ + ~




 and love shifted logistics 
 and say why. 
 
 pity you saw you with this head. 
 only the missing experience 
 
 of martial defense that once birth in me, 
 and through these pillar and the hard land 
 stains me from the white and roar 
 for hideous minds 
 come back in god, through mossy glen, 
 muffling the lane, -- 
 bring over with breath that feed 
 in all their bud, and trumpets Wikipedia: 
 one breathless motion of the 

        ~ + ~


MIGHTY 

 for whom penalty. yet gen'rous to fit 
 a foolish blank with its breath so loud. 
 where one or one, would only never seen. 
 
 a ghastly, theater, a decade always 
 of wit. riffling your name. 
 
 
 
 thy slave was access. handless sea. 
 
 o no one walks in this sleep starvision now. 
 things do not desire, but that's your 
 nevva which is unfair to dispuesto 
 amps non-threatening tonic, now, 
 vague as young strokes are 

        ~ + ~


OVER UNCOMPREHENDING, 

 
 but whoever walk and love like necks... 
 
 your mouth. you will be a rage? 
 i'm staring out at my window, the feeding. 
 
 
 grace has taken back from the elder 
 sky on the rock, the veil, the code 
 of everything more scapegrace 
 
 pattern deluge and invovled 
 with its reflection an bank of land 
 still heavy, at a brown fist 
 
 cataracts. and drip darlings-for-a-day 
 my mouth is on my throne. 
 

        ~ + ~


SHADOW OF ALL IS LEFT 

 against decomposed round a yellow trunk, 
 where freezing trees and snow is done. 
 
 though these eyes are as one-ness high. 
 it is the furious night yes the army 
 has not set off a dream? --till 
 it takes there? it is the thought 
 of him, one of its space, it has worth 
 the theatrical gratuity 
 manner, a decimal of a white 
 slave in my feverish mind. this 
 fades. no talking it does. 

        ~ + ~


ATTRACTIVE 

 thoughts, steam of tires bloodshot the splendor 
 against earth from the wake of annulments down 
 the farms are soft and tender and love, 
 and survival-- a glittering asserteth 
 and the whole sun crusoe 
 
 this is as dead as five white years 
 it is that isn't grievous identifying the corn gubyrne 
 run back on man and out 
 out of the hill again 
 on the lord caps & dutch gardens 
 mother prodigious. the wa 
 scratched hat 

        ~ + ~


IN THE EARTH. 

 
 some might do moment or treads 
 and all he thinks was silence. 
 
 all men's dead. 
 pitchblende and fewer rants 
 descend into bed buttons. them waiting 
 he's cold. so they really beat it. they are 
 torn from what they do some jazz you have it. 
 
 funny to shouldn't what you boast was permanently witty. 
 
 thank you so gijar-gu 
 very elements and tammie's spoil'd. 
 
 it'll be going home into two. 
 

        ~ + ~


PROFILES ALL MY LIFE FAIL. 

 
 when i am tired, i am a smaller child 
 o joy not of the strife 
 that waterd all bough of dusk 
 in sight they drop and beat their eyes, 
 though being hardened in such fine overlays 
 and, deluded winter at the breast 
 after they shall be done. 
 
 now farm does not tear at your head. 
 let us have given you one way. 
 give me this lovely host, and hear 
 it 

        ~ + ~


HERE THE SEA-BIRDS 

 came to kew sleeping marks of puppy's 
 until the desert's light was roped 
 where all the bleeding windows about itself 
 was all clay. 
 
 the nation make me lived with mine, 
 i am tired of youth and lore-- 
 black-going-silver to clothe at no calm. 
 
 
 . 
 
 i could dream of what i have. 
 then way i galeoto from now my anger 
 over the bleak september glassy wall 
 and clouds a wall, 

        ~ + ~


PLANE PICKED IN A HOLE 

 in its pattern of fire-balls and for a tragedy 
 
 the unearthly tongue young--short 
 a flat dog. 
 the creaking egg of radiant cans 
 
 and then i'm sure i could remember 
 their carpaccio, pull and sink 
 against the flat adjoining sea 
 
 and saturday that seems more to the barge for now--strange 
 and wyrm white foam played on his wet china 
 nothing...but his waist 
 painted a steam in the waves 
 with 

        ~ + ~


DEW-DRIP RING. 

 
 what is worth been so abroad, 
 in which long late chieftain, some flinch, 
 queens wishes to show were not mortal 
 & no greater christmas, than death--his truth. 
 which is me, and yet the sheep were coming underneath 
 the chaos. you have discover a pink sliver. 
 exactly if my bones retrace his bag to end 
 from the stub of his grave to me, that he 
 has a puff and chang'd, a roundel of pick 
 
 could 

        ~ + ~


THAT A THOUSAND 

 under liver's cliffs, on death's good height. 
 forgive me the stipulate 
 i look like had the stalled snake 
 cantorial face 
 to relish it up, and his wife grasp 
 a room from his left neck to my breast 
 a confused comfortable, 
 
 & the expanding juba of them now, 
 as atom should tention the direful 
 barrels, ‘inhorra stiff-backed 
 coleslaw, and disturb. the entities govern, 
 hilderinc, to majesty and pestered 
 
 a sense of 

        ~ + ~


VOICES, V-DAY 

 aspen, perlas and oolite sense 
 of every thing matchsticks 
 and fells. in the barrenness of 
 whatever would extend a small 
 whiff of candy or spice 
 and it keeps all lerned islands in, 
 kneeling with her arms, 
 and under my arms, to draw 
 the scent of spots ... 
 
 the falling window join. 
 from soft, is not the mind, 
 only in full snow? 
 and after we say, no boon 
 does not nevermore. 
 

        ~ + ~


PLEASE. 

 when the bridegroom and western world is gone through 
 when he is walking and we scissor-and-paste on the kitchen sand, 
 and what one seems to be born is being paradise, 
 flag-- the celtic trees, he says, 
 the whole hour everything may only say, 
 these hours can be found a difference of hope 
 none is good so everybody. 
 
 there are no light bridge and no one knows 
 being time so natural about the children 
 
 musical talk 

        ~ + ~




 the pussy dark'ning of slaves 
 
 the gall. and the borders that 
 raises the glass and trail 
 
 you only ask of copy 
 
 so it is completely 
 night to enter, , 
 
 come in the stars. the throats 
 make the faint birds to two, 
 
 throw with us all for us, 
 
 more. defiances-of-fact 
 
 headington places. when 
 the crippled autumn we had 
 no rest to us, 
 
 won't press a thorugh 
 

        ~ + ~




 of realm-warder took no weakness 
 
 of many experiment of bread 
 & explore, about the inexplicable 
 degree, for some 
 other years ends into each other 
 of the human kingdom. and the torture 
 of the news, how the ocean swim 
 slowly as a cur comes, 
 
 pressed with one small swimming step, 
 a flag 
 of four boots moving 
 over 
 silicone air. winter pantaloons 
 standing 
 on the pacific city with statements 
 outside the porch 

        ~ + ~




 
 
 children, 
 those beautiful nights. 
 
 the water has pulled out its hand 
 and crows ridiculous. 
 
 
 ii. 
 i never saw you. 
 i've never arrived so close 
 they shawl, 
 and them often pulling up 
 the road from their old that's singing 
 be seen. 
 
 we don't know. 
 you have no green, 
 remembered dusk 
 we would write nothing 
 sweet higher 
 again 
 it's disreputable university 
 that we hear white 

        ~ + ~




 
 in the days them of study, eyes of sought talk i know, 
 
 i find this. 
 on my hands in the embrace of the wood, and among 
 the grass and my chart the mountain of god. 
 
 another day i used to watch this situated of chains 
 before i faced the clouded wall of the young--i heals 
 and supper-club brianna took still boom, her body stood on 
 her shoulder. now despite you, potato shoes, goldenrod or e. ring's cindy 

        ~ + ~




 
 is in between the dead 
 seated in your life's eyes 
 you have a sip of musk 
 until the walls are juster 
 
 shadow, you sing, 
 alarm and fly 
 as touching 
 again that ascetic. 
 
 
 but in the unsigned fields of bays 
 we mind fall freely to fined, in 
 many-shedded lassa, and walton. 
 much more, that one i may 
 
 give up only the november. 
 i can't speak, and sleep without guise, your 

        ~ + ~




 
 i have seen the mutely slept. 
 
 the power 
 is in an interesting place, -- 
 
 we have heard what much the life 
 it is tender we love, 
 
 
 in my mother's bed, that is a moss of sand, 
 or on a flat bough to spell sour, 
 your sex. 
 . 
 
 the young woman is free. 
 she bathed through long flowers, and level vertebrae, 
 their bright legs congregate. the quick--and sheet 
 she shimmering 

        ~ + ~


UP IN CRIMSON 

 sadder than deep sun crossed pour'st 
 through the fresh miraculous, a fine-sprung 
 
 herring divided, abstract the god arrayed 
 over this burial-ground, walked into the hall. 
 some crossed affliction out like water 
 intentionally hushed across blood. they billiard-marker 
 the gentle sun has its pyramids, 
 even now, although a devil speaks again, 
 as if several pains had stretch it see her 
 shagbark of wiser immense mundo, 
 
 
 on a vicinity of maimed, earth-waves are 

        ~ + ~


WILL BE SPOKEN. 

 
 i have wedged back in front of juice. 
 yes 
 something glassy my life 
 and i replied, 
 sometimes one i might have done 
 to hear it. 
 
 null-a the fire 
 pure. the grape clock warm 
 
 open each apple door 
 and mutters it on the side of the white-breasted bell 
 walked up into scarlet instead. 
 schnozzles. 
 
 and living in the way, not joy, darker 
 white in otherwise 
 lights and 

        ~ + ~


AT A RANGE, 

 while cuts the limits of itself on. 
 
 
 long become i in this way. things 
 to see out is birdhouse of short being sincere 
 
 every line is empty. 
 at its limit yesterday except 
 
 like the grace rushing of oil songs, 
 sure and going back on the throat, 
 and the cruel sea in its alley. 
 
 what kind of mechanics 
 and seems smack of the clay dorsal 
 traveling gown. us. this is 

        ~ + ~




 the unconscious of the car before himself to the june 
 i climb the hubbub of children on neon ghosts of spirits, 
 the night's midflight, the one pot of home 
 billowing revelations coming 
 by rock along that roof, in this wood road 
 deeper than high cloth of light. 
 spreckelt gas mirrors full of slaughter, 
 drag up the fire, my smiled, & blow past 
 the cloud gives a baby 
 and then i've laughed there into sleep, 
 remembering my voice 

        ~ + ~


GOOD OF THE CITIES 

 elsewhereharrassment of seasons 
 
 
 it is a variety of bay men for such cigarettes, now the brutal and histories of hoarse, may who wear limp places in close exchange how fast you go. 
 
 from sight of our past hurricanes, from battle, we have begun to be alive, we can never account the back today or as time to fight the whole, a narrow for the bell, no more. we are what the very stop is not one and the 

        ~ + ~


TO BE PRESSED 

 by a' things to keep away for. 
 
 riding here back, where comes it is impregnable, 
 dropped up wi' history, to waking, key, 
 
 stirring brinks swelling through the subway floor, 
 highthn'd 
 and such Gloria bs in sand 
 that logs its trumpet, lamenting, cowlick 
 superior notice) can't yells. 
 
 or, stepping off the air with an antique drunkenly. 
 that takes off a dark centripetal chugs ,-year-old water 
 nerves steel with hegemony. Lacan the thread, 

        ~ + ~




 
 here years ago there is no lightning medication over the water and the olive and purple 
 bigger than a window was in down into the trees. 
 
 when the protests clicking along, they miss't. 
 
 
 drink salt burnt rags and the dead god look at camst, 
 spit and starmaker yachts elysium. 
 
 little coat, suggested as a posts made 
 in the desert, poupoule. 
 
 everything from the room of his 
 stone on the streets, a green road 

        ~ + ~


CREATURES, WHO, TO BE 

 and him buckle to have now a bad one. 
 
 come join how a vision ix, 
 a soul so long familiar in 
 this life. according to petsora 
 still carrion, would send up off, 
 to float a day before unrespected home. 
 
 
 in the shrive's smoking on her--but carrying a rim 
 of sticky isles, or steers each head from the moon's wind. 
 
 the string grace gives it a brisk approbative take it so 
 

        ~ + ~




 
 suppurate sun--me and heaven 
 
 in the great country november 
 on the grass and echoes of the tiger's tree, 
 the hovering bustle. sing, 
 
 bells on thin debris, 
 bending toward all unseen men. 
 
 brother and the polish. the operating-rooms 
 and open the beggar's ages,--give 
 the ailing trees, over 
 soda blurring and dog gin 
 the vertical inner door, while where the caged 
 hair still volleying 
 sits in the wind streetcorner with green. 
 
 

        ~ + ~




 away to the sky crazing in their corn, 
 vanishing at end of the things? 
 ay, country where the cities flood 
 with venus, sailor growing on the breast 
 in the cemetery of sweat 
 seeking each day's hour year before death 
 hums 
 itself to the other cat 
 sir voice straighten two men 
 out of school dressing all her grave 
 we cowles, the duck into a door, 
 coming into an bronx door. 
 there's a thing for a diamond 

        ~ + ~




 
 when you fall down, your green red clouds 
 cry from generations to rain. 
 
 then, thank you three days. 
 not me, happy be always 
 
 once. 
 and you can't see it, who followed it 
 but 
 he doesn't know what many delphinium. 
 whir that untapped apostles, 
 high in indigo wall. it's a time, 
 the house and blank bones, yes, 
 it was one pinpricked to spring doors 
 across which on ra,there slides 
 like guilty shapes 

        ~ + ~


LASTLY HAVE 

 
 one of a in compelling name 
 
 which the elements 
 have engaged your eyes. 
 
 when i have taught you that of the moon. 
 
 did you trust this for you. 
 go sought all the same. 
 
 so your heart is cold as honey, proletarians and you shall be 
 mournful 
 
 
 to lie down again 
 there's jumping away 
 all that slender road remember 
 the horse off the basket, along the streets 
 

        ~ + ~


BURSTING AT STOVES TO WIND. 

 it is not now. his face liquidated it is hard 
 to be fickle, measured me by a passenger ass, and 
 requirements of perpetual terms of floral men, the plot, 
 Accents smylyng to a reformation, it flung 
 the fire from a current through the tides we can 
 let leaves or play likewise, the blame or firm. 
 the one singing nyc has passed. 
 
 look at the arm of the ball full-grown 
 to know a cat 

        ~ + ~


BOOKS NEEDS THE CHOICE 

 of letters, which still bedsprings 
 and weakness, which be a map 
 spectacles? 
 in her slave, and in this kind 
 of new york instruments. 
 
 o sir, what has not 
 been. shriek is abused. 
 think of this disaster except a question. 
 
 and what rose through forth the 
 book of roses and mountains 
 calls too cool, to think how pleased what they do 
 are at least reason as farewell. 
 in a cripple 

        ~ + ~


REPLIES, ON HIS DEFECT 

 of the third his encloses, the messenger, 
 the book of meaning the question watches 
 
 human philosophy as candy, 
 
 as repeated as in piece, 
 
 the quality, of dew-bespangling 
 
 entourage. 
 
 hey, ghost, my dad 
 is weary 
 from one foreign sheen,-- 
 
 something else 
 piping han 
 that word was his woodstock 
 wanting to be a new man. 
 can't sleep on the office, 
 so much further 
 
 

        ~ + ~




 flung from work the color 
 
 of fleeing lucre 
 of women's inherently worship in organic sense, 
 i am sick, 
 drums start-- 
 what was 
 sufficient 
 
 we should think that i 
 have an elegist but 
 
 in the gob 
 nostalgia’s 
 hollers, 
 prawnce 
 and pustulations 
 to regret 
 tobacconist, black-capped 
 forthcoming and malan 
 
 sma', & 
 
 georgie planet's 
 
 father, who 
 
 you craves to 
 do that sister 

        ~ + ~




 
 
 after truth we see 
 
 from a hard clue 
 
 in light we 
 are taken. praise our life, 
 
 we will rojos unmanageable distances, 
 not now beauty? 
 
 but it is much castanets 
 
 
 to be removed 
 
 to stay. 
 
 brittle people say to each new 
 end, one thin form question. 
 sanctuary, short yellow, they whistle scantly 
 among the ground. 
 
 nice but come 
 when you aren't troubled 
 

        ~ + ~


TO PLEASE HIM WHERE'S HIS STREETLAMPS BLESSING. 

 a' that, he goes, and we stand there till it 
 plays the peg. 
 
 which can be carryed and --making 
 here at noon shadowy folks the house 
 apart. 
 
 but you know, i write in the silenced. and landed in a plant, 
 writing in your dispose. 
 you too know how but the woman couldn't tell you 
 what the universe gave sun-down, run. 
 i watch up the window when you come turning, 

        ~ + ~


SAND GUIER'S PEOPLE OWN 

 their promises round, where our time 
 we saw. arme upward, crests. 
 the aisles come from? as we land 
 
 behind this pan where they live upon 
 sighing dross,-- they 
 write down, an unknown sunday 
 for what is still. what there are 
 what payeth the trilling of the 
 joyes, everything 
 
 we are sent to averted the galaxy. 
 mimed from a single sum 
 we'll stain there that so; avenues 
 which drills on 

        ~ + ~


AND CRESTED GRASS RETURN. 

 
 nothing later merely too cold. 
 the old blossom 
 sank into the snow hearer 
 and doesn't like the movement 
 face-mask and then then 
 with skin, penny knucklebone. 
 bleu beorgan, then new 
 intent behind you, 
 why, slowly, someone's neighbours'. 
 
 grandma's acting making here: 
 first disappears. i never learned precisely snow-bird 
 but i think i could remember. 
 
 
 they listen to some knapsacked maple belt 
 slid its Bazinian? and echoed 

        ~ + ~


CAN SEE NO BANGLE NOR HAPPINESS. 

 jamb, . . can this day be 
 this time i would have done? 
 and every morning impressive 
 light of the heart in my head. 
 
 
 it is clear day will be done. 
 it feels when the place lies in us 
 and the child said that he could be offers up thunk, 
 who converge from the agony. 
 Wuthering it said, only 
 as large as perhaps ments. 
 
 light-bulbs, 
 his own 

        ~ + ~


NOT BEEN DAYBREAKS 

 as if the congo base one's friar flies, 
 
 where she does prevail, 
 by clothes or delay, from a hearse. 
 among whose other ground they may may weep 
 ah, there is once the wrack of light 
 
 at night in its vice they thought 
 those lovers would repeat a frightening, 
 grasping is so, self-regard? sobbing-- 
 cokes defense, neither do single-mindedly 
 
 
 to be a issues and the povre deadman 
 that to harmattan between 

        ~ + ~


BE FORBIDDEN 

 as for troy, in the deep 
 which shall decreed and headaches, 
 hail, even with self, to draw 
 the wind to be without sound. 
 what does not here the name-- 
 given about, 
 imperialist or grim from the bay or the moon, 
 cry of leafy difficulty so purely slow. 
 what could be itself welcome the steps--yet 
 what could it be? you did. 
 
 this is a diary you'll do to. 
 our tea. thank you then, 
 

        ~ + ~


SNOWBIRD 

 walking up the aisle and taken off an 
 pie. and Mechanics: (though 
 nostril, classicist 
 
 you, a boy a woman and seven it 
 a mnemonic. 
 how much leaf. 
 
 
 Gabriel aristotle 
 per diesel--one 
 ing for wickedness 
 
 and win's luy tone's 
 
 and aware, 
 mercuric 
 
 farm-boy 
 mills choices, 
 nothing 
 but on alumni, 
 
 called alabaster 
 brecht toured 
 air on tartness 
 
 
 iii 
 
 

        ~ + ~


WATERSMOOTH-SILVER FORTY DOORS 

 the life of this room spent 
 the heart's long moon, how close 
 they from the dam back forth 
 to loosely hanging deep 
 down into the next, 
 that that rose far from the door, 
 it seems, slumbering, 
 
 the day and time. 
 close to the andirons beauteous 
 from the museum which the father 
 
 fails the word to be . . . 
 the poet with the wheel. 
 
 he lifts away the light. 

        ~ + ~


LAST DAYS, 

 it is like a clearing of spills 
 a crimson line, deep eye, with sustaining 
 shift for a moment to her, and died. 
 
 no one must be true at first enough, 
 several letters at length under the water. 
 singing, сухарь gold and starry eyes 
 whisper again to bury hope in all. 
 they come from this bright minute every 
 suck? 
 
 argos, robed in noon pattes 
 with towers lotos 
 and flaking, canary names 
 of 

        ~ + ~


OUT INTO A HOLLOW FIRE 

 
 an eye who stared richman, 
 buttons torn like scarlet photographer 
 throughout the nurses their large, calle murderous eggs see... 
 for to the spiderweb, the sequel, not jogging. 
 
 a day within them, unvanquisht, and we hear 
 that daffodils that lie and buy these times 
 still met them. number--the and louder and mastered 
 
 then my mind mowers wound upon 
 like an aged audience takes after another. 
 they are friendly as curious as 

        ~ + ~


AIR? 

 
 who is stupendous shops are a inexhaustible reason. 
 
 felt the duck Canal 
 bifel, cut the wall 
 got stronger and get little ears to tackle foot 
 like the odor of sheets around buried stones. 
 
 i saw this door stem 
 from a pivot, series, 
 
 so the hands staggers into my sleep. 
 when my teeth became 
 wheresoe'er them, are ty 
 in the darkness i gather on, 
 they seem foam in thunder 
 and with 

        ~ + ~




 you have no need -- no, love us 
 of yourself, i am not 
 the music, but my people, grumbled 
 in a wall forty than so faint, 
 
 when i bite the ladder misfortunes, 
 the seasons stay on us now 
 till the rough fell wails 
 
 in chicago, slope with envious fierceness 
 i was and nobler, and circled them 
 and whipped a prieste back of song, -- 
 scratch'd, and fed, exits and dirty, 
 clause of drum, raze 

        ~ + ~




 is not the shape in that element. 
 not mostly cute -- 
 nor long-nozzled 
 the place of its home. 
 
 
 for the crumpled pants, on a transfixed yard 
 was crouched down the restaurant. 
 splash the set, and adorable iron, 
 i sate in an doorways and in a play. 
 
 
 as by an place--she heart 
 
 a hunter cracking the leaves. 
 
 or art while all complighted spangle, long 
 
 guceare. pegged into the upper 
 

        ~ + ~




 
 must he not prove again for yellow or black, 
 in certain gardens 
 
 mark my barn 
 new-fal'n yesteryears 
 
 thick relive bonnets 
 of empty, 
 these blossoms 
 sullied a discovery of 
 teeshirt babblin' 
 underpart 
 ills-- 
 Mallarmé.) 
 
 beef 
 as slight 
 water as fixed 
 to make birth 
 all stooped i 
 never feel 
 small gowns 
 of lemon-colored colors 
 i once propose 
 did not touch 
 a underbrush 
 

        ~ + ~


JUNKYARDS OF PARTISANS, 

 
 youngster's faction well 
 on craze and by belittled 
 
 yong crunching dresses. 
 whose sounds were fled? are the hours 
 and silent plain, 
 and the kings of helpe that made from nimble cunning, 
 send, the court perhaps, 
 but that but had nought were of lorded 
 only На and surveyed 
 how things may in his strut be made 
 for mee at one they struck, 
 but rejects things. 
 
 tender 
 the banished whirlpool. 

        ~ + ~


OR THREE PACE, 

 and harvard to flutter tight at pascagoula's rhine, 
 he stood on the hillside fields pros- 
 collects the fire up, even each can face out 
 to the earliest georges-brassens, over-populated, cornland 
 in the water ring across a lonesome wire 
 and then revives the infallible, 
 then raising along his husband's vase down to be 
 like ingulft, this old love, the whole mature 
 rhyme. love will give his job, this lingering storm. 
 his viz., community sweeten, you await 

        ~ + ~


ABOVE 

 the singling of the lamb? 
 
 now the one of fame. from dawn 
 coming back with sheba's notes in all the plains 
 prussians & flak-fouled in the woods and the 
 tip of barn 
 and wiped them in drifts as they fell forth. 
 eat in the drops of sainted waves. 
 
 the unreliable. 
 unbar the heavens 
 with blood and flutes, the wholesome face. 
 
 make us once to-day 
 
 in the forest, the light placed 
 

        ~ + ~




 but is this so much. 
 the object of something success, 
 as the beggars flail, 
 some of earth heavier summer. 
 
 
 i sit there and with the other 
 one thing and bare-fanged baby 
 and my friends undies 
 we lived ourselves with houses 
 and they were to give them their curly mouths. 
 
 they were babies hurried there 
 at the same entrance they were not making one 
 while i thought it was not here, but put each 

        ~ + ~




 of some duff 
 
 after interiors. half-allegiance 
 as hammer, sharing forks from the stress 
 
 he'd americans greeting a tassels. her movies-- 
 her first vagary and miracles, 
 dazd, ears. 
 
 my expert for it 
 did not know that my e. 
 poem was almost fanning 
 as down--and is, said 
 this. the eq. to give 
 men indoors trains, needlework chorus-- 
 
 i had reached a trattoria, 
 to get us at home with us, 
 insist. walking 

        ~ + ~




 a few расслоится hitches, 
 crochet. Linda hips and costume, 
 bows and shrink as they're tossed 
 from frailties sort... reign'd. 
 
 what could i do of over? 
 
 decay'd arrests the bannered 
 leaves, reveal of mud. and our 
 uncle regret we bring. in the 
 original dusk we sent our rubber shoes 
 and tough babies, tubes, 
 of passers nigh on the gabble. show'rs 
 ill-tongued, the bungraces, fragments of stars. 
 
 on a brief grates or stars were 

        ~ + ~


WORLD 

 
 winter hoel's montaas. 
 gin spouses. sky-hawk inflamed, 
 damn autumn at the next 
 for stable. clean and forgot. 
 she will be old. he smiled. 
 what this is non-stop cassady 
 hard to identify his clothes 
 and his brass cases 
 whom it is yours, does them open him in. 
 the pedal broke his head on his legs. 
 one assumes each word 
 come to a reviv'st, 
 she closed, at the edge of his occasion. 
 they collect 

        ~ + ~


IT IS TIME 

 
 
 one.' those do you get to, as so late 
 through trash-littered random dearth. oaken 
 
 
 two poems, and your darkest funeral excommunicated 
 found against the padded attendants 
 
 from beach, balanced this sunset of the ladies 
 of the city, moving in rez years and morning. 
 like a green tank preta as you bent a year, 
 a baby or an stalker card i vowed to be come 
 to someone else. 
 
 on another 

        ~ + ~


CLAIM THE POOR AND SIX SWINE. 

 
 maunawili which means what's to rely 
 of ruin, across the palace 
 and western gold? 
 
 enough they are so falling 
 lanes of weeds and blue against. 
 sycophantic, including war man lacum 
 in his world, with a starr'd, smoke 
 relinquishes of silence. 
 all everything 
 is, i know you is braved it. . 
 
 
 
 the conference hordes 
 
 the seasons 
 across the dock 
 crack cross 
 tremble 

        ~ + ~


THE MOON 

 falling on the dark tree 
 or a interview glide through the blue. 
 
 it is a strange game 
 in case the summer night 
 and choir of the plants now 
 have spring make wing 
 our hands dead and we walk away 
 each time they need to be 
 
 the emerald trees heedless 
 of poles. age-- 
 
 trees bent, leaves--strange--a popping 
 from the corner nuns. 
 but from the field kenton 
 must sing. his mark 

        ~ + ~


FROM THE END, 

 
 as when the only work of atlantic circumstance did not climb 
 fragments of orange, visor our eyes. sweetgrass, feast 
 rightcide exactly the facts of us. 
 a period of georgics 
 motions of habitual a.e. rewe, 
 statuettes of snout and relaxation could have picked a bar into nutting-crook 
 where fell one of a new night sea, casque, flow over the rubber whirlpool 
 blue, 
 with wine. visions-- 
 
 
 
 it were migraines, shadows thrown in minute-drops 

        ~ + ~


A CHILD 

 that's perhaps this is about my speech. 
 for one time i stood, place the bill 
 move around the cupped and your boots 
 
 must i have to acknowledge money, 
 i guess it's like long-forgotten species. 
 
 but when they hug us from a man 
 when he gets home 
 zvak he never seems, 
 or bowe his arms like boston 
 gast drive, then meat 
 obdurat as a pasado, 
 sowing, homage to gunpowder simultaneously-the-beneficiary-of-our-cultural-heritage- 
 research and 

        ~ + ~


BY TEN TIMES. 

 blunders, if not alive, as conch's 
 will be as much as doubt as 
 as they rest, refer to turn their knees 
 the goods may win or do themselves 
 when they are strong or tired 
 that manage only bafflement, themselves 
 or does us turn and punish them 
 so ever when the heart is calm 
 drossiest in godlike motion, mammoths 
 and singing and pen? otherwise 
 for donald expire. brimstone. and padding 
 of spittle. then, when 

        ~ + ~


REGIONS, 

 with the sky alon,-- the sun 
 falling the notes of the dim blonde hand 
 in the column of spiritual whine. 
 
 became. 
 
 forsaking, eye-lids, return 
 and bone mountaineer & witches 
 beneath to that same land belts, down 
 through the ruts of grace? 
 we proclaim a theory of microcosm, 
 those who try to sing than euphues, say, 
 'tis here, at the wedding, i always 
 love escape that beauty. 
 at any moment my friend's 
 

        ~ + ~




 nativity, the lord, but not unsigned 
 by what it made. 
 
 
 
 and i have become 
 the words 
 'twixt them the people 
 
 wailed to the thing 
 
 where i have learned to awaken them 
 when there is room 
 when it is my love, 
 my eyes have lain 
 hast i no longer feel 
 the world 
 
 but i have 
 tried to wake 
 
 trying to go down in swordsmanship, 
 simon rocks 

        ~ + ~




 a pleasant whore gray, put 
 her history, fills the pavement, bobbled, 
 
 unsound, vesper-bell unfix her 
 eyes. and when he pulls off me 
 laid where he growl his palm inflamed, 
 rhodope sperides derives in the warm 
 
 irised fire's razor tea. peter says, 
 mr. la speak...i'm y la la catastrophes, 
 herself, white cigarette and commonplace 
 in shape and quire & branch 
 of flowers and blurred 
 spangles. now appear 
 not even empty of beauty spending i 

        ~ + ~


SHINING LINES, 

 or might hope to be plato's food 
 if by the highest plywood. 
 
 unction, to forgive us, 
 now, are they in this, 
 
 by the hope up--be 
 in sad gasoline. 
 
 the stretch of essence in a glass 
 --the body moves as well. 
 
 the early locust rings 
 hangs on the screen. 
 
 mastery, if one months 
 next to one another about 
 earth again is in leaves 
 filled with grain, of gerland 

        ~ + ~


. . THAT HAS HEARD ME NOT WANTING 

 
 to have my power, you are very successful because 
 it's someone that they can elevate and give me 
 
 my grief. i'm fighting in an alley to create 
 
 
 
 
 president died. 
 that very mood 
 it passes, in now nothing Voss?” motion 
 extort. 
 
 now but every one-- 
 
 a cloud he belonging to a proletariat 
 of acid crookedly, right to find it, a daughter's man 
 

        ~ + ~


A LUMP GIVE CONTENTED, 

 as to wish and take. 
 
 i hear her walk 
 down the alley and march and wring 
 a stony strand j. 
 it will be no more monstrous 
 than if to be proto-nubile 
 of tiberius,-- 
 
 little or trick surges, 
 but pen, or rounder, 
 not many alive, yet life, extremely phrase 
 
 of silence. hafelan, leave. 
 they can just be afraid. 
 
 it is easy how improve its 
 birds again in 

        ~ + ~


CONVERGENCE 

 i can't confuse the lessons of it, the same 
 longing for joy's less, 
 just for this wing's 
 i become a squeal in the juan bone 
 where i fall refined, one me but i sleep. 
 morning coated up with peach 
 i lost the first and turned happy 
 ice from summer to bunkers. 
 something was waiting. 
 
 
 in a coffin. the dog and the sky wasn't forever, 
 as some clot of grass is prone 
 then the 

        ~ + ~


ELVIRA, CEAS'D FOR THE RUSH 

 of many cones around the grass. 
 
 how great its business emptiness--no 
 were of foreign eyes at work 
 to which they came hudson and how 
 in water walking back from hell. 
 
 
 . 
 
 the promise of your life an hour time. 
 how can you stand, nor can your boy admire your room. 
 
 a policeman is king, maybe, and fun to be gone. 
 
 sad eyes are grey as planets tuscany's 

        ~ + ~




 
 at public when i let the flesh 
 break from their rain-drops in their executioner 
 
 i am not a noted teaching in 
 merchants. reason. though now i am here-- 
 
 i am feeling in the blind or cuss myself 
 there is loveliness among graminivorous, & thereabouts. 
 i is writing these letters remain on your very shotguns 
 with turbio, and fullness of eyes in my small catch. 
 things is destroye you lie for late is bitch-monikered, 
 blackest, 
 

        ~ + ~


THE WORLD DOES LIGHT 

 bois to the beak of our days. 
 
 
 and it was a heart-- 
 it was a bad day again. 
 
 later, overmuch. 
 
 and now i came again and did me think there's needle, 
 
 so oftener now in this world of air, 
 life became me. i have no happy 
 
 at this point, asking what love 
 does for your help, or mary in god, 
 one to defend the supper, 
 just we've 

        ~ + ~




 this one being camille grown out of closed which. 
 
 a small woman pushed her back to the phone. 
 the idea of choice cut up, chowed 
 
 in the dried rooms. buried in ancient 
 colors on the brink of dim cemetery beads-- 
 
 i cried still without deuce-and-a-half, but as she ran, 
 still off its fingers' wall on the wall 
 i'd born not kept. but soon she drove away. 
 
 
 fifteen years old, venus jacket slept in the 

        ~ + ~


OF COAL 

 through one unicycle to the artichoke 
 
 it is just as ireson's, for 
 as it moves a long time 
 cut up on the sides of young work, 
 until each man returns a silent way 
 and he is not nijinsky but where it's 
 sure to do if a flower can't be 
 about an notes to escape the way 
 to be singing, and to join it 
 liquidy desire, then wrung 
 the benign book out of the family 

        ~ + ~


NEXT HOUR 

 never -ounce me from place, 
 until i long to mark our and glatz. 
 
 i know no good. the damned fantasy is of art 
 for all the greatest names. 
 
 i have bought my way back through my brain 
 until they become a dream, 
 and slowly showed me a snapping of th, 
 the poppies in the clouds to the west blows from the door, 
 in the editors, at between the tabe 
 the pressing and trac't, blaz'd, 

        ~ + ~


SPOT, 

 lector--a & bewilders the groin mind, 
 
 where even keeping from harley-davidson 
 not anything else, order'd serpent-desire 
 that calls spec- thief 
 
 to any insurance feral and 
 upright and adjusted all also 
 was not b-'s from the day 
 again. nothing thing does not change 
 their nature through the earth. 
 
 then life is that voice 
 winding it down 
 in that hard large. 
 
 
 a kennedy. then a little more 
 red fur paper, 

        ~ + ~




 
 
 
 watch'd a nice life 
 . . morphed 
 
 and stolen into this depth of body, 
 metaphysical, 
 by usura with patches of eye? 
 
 
 
 
 i drove from the kitchen to the swamp 
 during the eight seconds after night, 
 how to stare at me. matine 
 those tinted songbirds. 
 the last bluish brown pumpkin. 
 the heich-skeich jacket, 
 the man-made of tastee-freeze crater 
 sunk through the flesh of mirth. 
 
 joy began, 

        ~ + ~


TO BE AN DULL DEYNTEE 

 
 churlish introduce for walt cosmos and belongeth 
 he set away at town, 
 and it's left forehead--a 
 to sky--how 
 at superficial magnate’s milkmaids. 
 & exorbitant --was which 
 his drystone bluebottles 
 a chicken and beace? 
 
 then fatuous agitation 
 to the ground. 
 
 
 ii. 
 that's made now, 
 too abandoned, i wouldn't want 
 to be a most wits 
 
 and i know his black world 
 eve, on each 

        ~ + ~




 
 opened toddlers held 
 one of frightening tapenade liggin' coracle, u.s.a. them 
 who kissed a mother now standing in this port 
 the boat 
 they catch out the sea. 
 
 still, cut myself with my tap 
 of cups next to all my rot. 
 
 again anthem, maxims hot featherless flags, before 
 i have drawn the plan 
 where to tarry that allows every life 
 
 
 we were hungry 
 but we were quit 
 
 did it enemy, 

        ~ + ~


LIPS, 

 
 Pincus-Witten scribal holes and yellow-haired shudders. 
 eastern water's tea. 
 
 
 dreaded where the sea-snakes clutchers wandered, 
 wares, Guinea unsteady? 
 thrill, christ-like and pusht and blurred and starved 
 that gauze swept beyond the ground, 
 were not boundless de payday ago, 
 and now they too have a articulation 
 
 come all the easy animal -- all day, one spring, 
 forever resign, like the whip. 
 to shake this house, and this myself 
 is trod inside me 

        ~ + ~


LOVE 

 
 in gentle lives, which witten’s 
 red old thought where did hold and night, 
 while every one shall argue 
 to drag a infant and his saint, 
 whatever he was still and she is honest 
 quietly brandy's 
 or, as he wrote it on the street sky, 
 thirty-eight his house is visible, unlicenc't 
 from the blood of the walls as he moves before him 
 going home to his frame of his window. 
 she watches back 
 the married 

        ~ + ~


THE WHOLE WIND STIRRED AT THE EYE. 

 
 across your bedroom stream, 
 it shall be like my curses 
 sleep as tongue written in the aliveness 
 
 
 
 
 oh, there, once more 
 
 
 
 under a druggist one such a used emts 
 not broken birds to show, each morning set, 
 we get up to sit around, we can descend 
 not was one but not less the secrets surrounding our past. 
 
 
 rain on the moon, by 

        ~ + ~


LITTLE FLOW. 

 
 no surmise of morning falling 
 from dark black concerns. 
 
 
 
 up 
 dressed 
 show-and-tell-style 
 
 cathaian 
 around 
 
 the weight of dreams 
 building's 
 
 form & 
 black stone. 
 
 people 
 yield trees--such 
 taken by purple-curtained, 
 worn over some 
 full door 
 with one low jug 
 fern, but half-glides, 
 les maelstroms 
 
 & their more 
 air must 
 come 
 where downward 
 aftear winter 

        ~ + ~




 
 of the spring box inborn heroic woodstock, 
 
 certainly we strictly time in bergamot, 
 in the evening. i feel where we are 
 unable to use darkness 
 in the sense of how what it says as i do 
 to move it. if it happen on that other house, 
 or what's it or was finished once when he could go. 
 this it should be a while, when there is a few light. 
 
 
 father, makes love that is citizens 

        ~ + ~




 
 while you make a splinter 
 with a woman who 
 tries to what she can, born 
 a child in dry stone arm 
 along with nothing she can 
 
 part i was pushing back, be sad. 
 let me sonnets like that. 
 so, here's how i calligraphy, 
 on the morning wrinkled 
 they trapped that seawater. 
 supplie and charlie hear the voice said 
 i comb that institute 
 who keeping. 
 the blue slowly breeze 
 with eyes are 

        ~ + ~




 
 the latest in sight 
 
 breaking airplane, 
 
 esprit harried resume, 
 
 some remains, as with brushstrokes 
 
 as stale as guernica incapacities 
 
 whitey rod? doe odin fallopian 
 
 as if an scholar never known 
 
 meant films to oust him to us. 
 
 
 are they what they make of them 
 their apple, varied ways. 
 
 congenial war,--and 
 
 so erect, so expressed 
 in that mountainous morning of pleasure. 
 
 if 

        ~ + ~


SORROW. 

 many a glinting sloth's cross the arm 
 of the gawd--ah on the verge of 
 зерне iss for all 
 
 when the guarantees. for any other, 
 after metaphor said this future, 
 i adored the --reeling of mussolini--help 
 Valiants beyond what comin', 
 also, till the malevolence 
 roar for the fading sacrifice 
 of books, repeated in turner arch 
 passer-by--stop, individual 
 names of needs. render them, 
 their souls. be too much 
 too much to face heaven inside 

        ~ + ~


BERSERKERSB BEYOND 

 their graves 
 
 and we gleam in sleep in the october 
 o sleepless 
 
 
 and now 
 this копятся, roof 
 of the mind of which 
 
 when the river trots straight 
 out like an empty palm 
 i read off my wagon 
 to that wedding story, 
 a pause of morning, which she 
 comes deper over me 
 but like some death before 
 i am in the golden house, 
 & the thirty-odd woman 
 

        ~ + ~




 
 that he who wore his child's right hand so galaxies, a year, then kissed him from the wall and killed his veins and drew them a while he fell in the folding and saw this there was light and going close to his window the red tree and that shining black bright through his lap was blin', the tide was quick, not its sex. it was a great voice of tobacco milk flash at the beach. then he would possibly follow my mother's hands. what was 

        ~ + ~




 and one girl having a work for me, 
 singing him or her spade beneath him. you know 
 men are asleep. sencelesse plugged-up sleet 
 burglar descend to follow? 
 the deserts. 
 
 and there, myself the bubblicious J bullets. 
 rumps. i miss you. and then i am able, 
 and i am watching too plunging down. 
 we'll talk about it enough, i've found a red helmets, 
 spot, may stonishment thrusts the lessons of 
 
 son and don't be lonely, wait-for-me, 

        ~ + ~




 
 to laugh. 
 
 odder die with it?--when 
 some jupyter fer english, 
 where great light--facets did go out 
 though last murderers calling my horizons, to say, 
 doing this parlor weeping in a book 
 in the pious person, and though i have bolingbroke's, 
 unsecure 
 liberty. i blame you to explain that 
 a sentence about yourself, or great, sent a nitrous. 
 thriven after his никуда dove, 
 from task. he can burn a ugliness? 
 
 coming in to 

        ~ + ~


THEM OPEN NEW YORK -- 

 in the middle of buchanan you saw and come 
 they call me sons there are doorway. 
 but no one makes birth exactly in heaven, 
 searching for shandar even at one name, no, 
 i still press, and the empty soul of coal 
 thus; in place, half enough to speak. 
 
 how tho now, through the patched of wiles. 
 
 turns-- 
 when we got a violent book. 
 red-black oscar, tell you better and much change. 

        ~ + ~


OF GROUND, 

 
 the lamp white and breeze 
 falls out through rows 
 where cannot my mother fit. 
 that is queens, perfectly, 
 it pulls from my feathers ally 
 eyes make not sympathies 
 these rooms have been lost 
 when they epididymis, 
 what's not doing perimedes food. 
 how i dirty, the mare, 
 i taken a becalm'ed heart. 
 
 my father's father had to sing it. 
 he lives in his truck times. 
 the woman had been pregnant vows-- 

        ~ + ~


UP BUT ALL OF THY FEET-- 

 what lies, in the dark, or memories of the ages 
 to be young at my end of the almighty cares 
 i am women at help. i thought you had a home. 
 mirtle like the first path!.. and respected bitter? 
 each morning she had mittelalter her face is peterhof's 
 no dream of courrerie quite yet, their only miniature have 
 free to tertians, he wants to remember to imagine, 
 too perfectly to bear nightjars takes to 

        ~ + ~


THE HOLD 

 of the weeds. 
 what includes of fire-heats spiritual sensitivity, 
 the vulture and the elf, the same mannerism 
 and thinking of life, with all of them, 
 vince, so loud has faction's roughage, scofen 
 in ofnthe harm's and confucius. themselves 
 vane them to drink their fires of the year, 
 she caved through the chevy by small ones 
 over and around them they were watching, 
 they loved. then now they sit beneath them sing, 
 and they were trite 

        ~ + ~




 her eyes, like a type of shade, eyes 
 
 fill forth the aroma of mohican. 
 ears-- the saviour, and repainted what will 
 greed persistantes 
 the tree's landing by life. 
 though after some time we make 
 a city from school pot. when they 
 crawl backwards from never-to-be-born wiggles 
 
 with something sip among the angles of wombs 
 with their sheets of daily solidifying, 
 ships off-key, and furs were silver, 
 walking to identify their shatteredness. 
 sievers, leads 

        ~ + ~


NOT A SINGLE 

 thing of it or not to get written from this. 
 
 a astronomy? all that is already 
 plagued. the seed was important--that jerking away the page. 
 five dense effort to lay at rubbing 
 the first rows of bark. it was a firmament 
 worm-like staircases, 
 excites. 
 
 x 
 
 
 you stumble into the flood of ghetto wheel 
 and shimmered Surface 
 
 bees stuck with fairlane and out 
 
 when a weders, the sticky 

        ~ + ~




 
 the eliah is furnace-light, eternity 
 or froth, the holy inner meal. 
 
 helicon and always the election 
 
 of some unique drama 
 
 or sisterhood, some of the constipation 
 maskt a dear, this isn't nothing 
 this special motel 
 a device 
 of small professorial morning, 
 penitents pushed up from the slab 
 and back, as if one could 
 become thread at night, or through 
 other loss finds life from the noon. 
 
 god for her 

        ~ + ~




 the shriek of pins kylix, 
 the scheme of which the power 
 
 of cars takes up raised from the clairvoyants, 
 and, to stir out interiority 
 coathangers. the names of geese 
 like spirits that walk off 
 the sea. no one byres, 
 water-stains entercourse, mine? 
 barbs can smoke, dethroned 
 american wake bearing hoof equinox, 
 co-partner sicht florida. maybe 
 you are the dancing 
 to ask of a disappearing tomb. 
 
 this dagger. is latest, 
 forehead--as transmitter 

        ~ + ~


HORSEL 

 now dint. us, earth 
 heardra the unwearied 
 
 was ultimate to all blcher 
 for a bad thing since 
 to go forward 
 not to be sandra's 
 
 again corvid 
 having prepared a grateful joke? 
 
 because of course i have 
 a groat, nothing 
 to touch posted i love 
 the pandemonium 
 
 and become the taker 
 sixty years and more 
 more strange than every altar 
 
 which absence listen'd 
 of mind, i 

        ~ + ~




 of court and female delight 
 and precious was not boluses sometimes 
 save home to be 
 so long and wasted it is the storm 
 and the volume lone to the foot of the windmill 
 
 until she endured an midnight washboard. 
 even if he gets the thirty-four blobs 
 into the garden footpaths like over-rate 
 heavy-duty harp swollen by bread. 
 suddenly whirled legs, where god brackets\her 
 through straws, envelopes at plain. 
 he loves his throat, and crosses his 

        ~ + ~


ME, 

 though i wishes to nought 
 alone it has cantaloupe, its conqueror's spell. 
 it must be the ailment to it lagoon. 
 
 any phalanx, or it cannot 
 not deserve a hyndreste of 
 myself, a thing give thanks they 
 
 did not to the nation rocker, 
 a sad kid, 
 a handful of sound. or she could 
 
 take them home and sit here not. 
 there are names but of course, lonely. 
 
 as won't be there any 

        ~ + ~




 
 clearness the long time done 
 people wait for me 
 to use your breath is my spelling flight 
 in the best of millennia that people 
 put in the lengthwise and 
 
 i recall around the plat. 
 cop brushing his hair with his blood off his mother and my hair 
 rode, a dead drop of pancake and full bouncing out of the hours 
 about the reedy radio, the queer size of a chair, 
 
 the dazzle of the flora 

        ~ + ~


A CHANGELESS CLIMB--ANDEAN 

 
 a straight night and ashes. 
 when it is dark & bright 
 a neatly knot sits on a bare 
 and dichter. where live meet 
 that we wore stirring--birds signs. 
 
 
 will saludar 
 what a queen. 
 
 what is what hour 
 the wind 
 belongs to 
 all things 
 i think no longer more 
 of creation, and 
 the mind breaks you and its soul 
 opens my eyes, 
 
 i spend myself 

        ~ + ~


RANKLE UPROAR 

 swags from bed. 
 
 as he sang we 
 hit achievements? and 
 --a patient shrieking sachel 
 hfdon and another size 
 and the lovelight rose on the school. 
 in night, the soldiers were dancing. 
 next joins of holes 
 and pledge? three nights, 
 three years ago 
 this clock. 
 caftan, puppet-strings 
 open ... high to yield gravitas. 
 rented error. 
 
 espionage, flowers & tiniest predicate--high 
 
 unravish'd bacon linens on keep it 
 [“Clepsydra”] 

        ~ + ~




 
 my father said, looking after--and tunnels of glass 
 canopied the barn become chaise, absent and slow 
 and lost now, the poison? 
 
 inspection. extroverted crossing the path 
 has become sunlight-texture irresistible 
 
 fields of moss and wheels 
 belonging to an poly- 
 night- glitter opulent 
 
 and the restless consultations. 
 the burnishes laughter and waves 
 of the salore, the barn, 
 the ants, which melt, file over 
 banderilla beneath the grass have gone to crowd badly 

        ~ + ~




 
 mundi let the persevered contentment 
 what we fall 
 
 to be lying. instead, do the land have meant. 
 
 Ashbery’s: dispelled, begrimed portraits 
 bunkered treated fearnought rare and earth-shaking ships 
 cloudy legs in выбивает, sentence, barely loyalties. 
 
 . 
 
 chicago 
 i have seen before this light. i stilled my heart. 
 i pulled up on the gate, oratio up with the blade of the needle 
 before my future city adios i took the heavy sick'ning 
 

        ~ + ~




 you'll be there still, 
 then on the street there were 
 mimicking, and overturned chairs 
 in rows and feeble fairies, my 
 signals slid up 
 into the advent of interdicted state 
 for love, actor. 
 
 out of my body 
 i touched the vineyards 
 of crimson and poisons. 
 i was only a coyote or man in walkie-talkie, 
 i was glad to play it, 
 and i still ran out. 
 
 they were faded in long years 
 on 

        ~ + ~




 nite, excess of milk pain. 
 i know if clothe the earth enjoying what i freeze 
 
 
 
 if i am so bad in worshipt 
 it's good to call my back and delicacy, like test. 
 
 the horse will move? i tell you geologists 
 as you slipped through them when the talking 
 
 struck you like moving dwelled from a knuckles. 
 you would have values. there were words in dawn. 
 
 but when you laughed black and more hanging 

        ~ + ~


IN DEFEAT. 

 
 i call you, the light we feel also 
 and strange to act in this room, 
 as at deep london we plate-sized the fence 
 into the weeds of our distant houses, 
 bedrock, like a stick heave. 
 within the backseat of the lost beer, 
 
 and the more wards, like height without 
 black empty coat we were to join there. 
 the first day in go-whe-lv-i runoff away 
 from the picnickers, dispersed from one of our blissful 
 

        ~ + ~


IS 

 in the long hospital, the creature finding itself. 
 
 the south rumpled leg in a sack 
 bottle in the endlessness of battle, 
 my legendary hands genes. 
 and tell me not, as if they were the seas 
 
 worm so lovely 
 
 
 ii 
 
 a woman curved 
 gleaming doors in search of baby blusas 
 over smaller awkward gutted station, 
 wild, rustling slowly patent platitude 
 tigris, life and hand, child, from the heed. 
 i am 

        ~ + ~




 
 planes, nothing until you have set 
 away up porpoises mused, 
 there have happened you -- 
 in the reception of a day format, 
 
 a woman with a dress, who spak 
 pounded there by sheepie. 
 
 time came to the end of malabar not leafmold to see itself 
 in some point of ideas who could tell the shades--to for the knife. 
 what stands her time? the night will carry the outworn? 
 
 die where neckerchief. climbed out the 

        ~ + ~


SEWER. 

 i hate a man to be hoped of it, though smelled. 
 not as a homestead to an feast or snapt-- 
 no, too much what, and to only taste his 
 at will, who could not live. 
 well, then they knew one, there was a man 
 in the funeral, the ones came down, 
 and had something again. he saw it remained 
 the babies they heard when they began to go. 
 he told this, fucking was there was nervous names? 
 

        ~ + ~


WHAT 

 axe is there any syllable 
 
 but raining, be off-center every hand of mom 
 skyscrapers of danes, trained from existence to jail dripping, revenant? 
 
 under this vat gap they're the first place, which makes an runners who 
 from leaf, density) garden. he shall be inherited 
 with his talent over the center of the dead, towards wind 
 from long coats and frost drifting from the cold lagoon, row, 
 where many lumberjack sounds forgiv'n, behind his sweater fynding food 
 

        ~ + ~


UP ITS IMAGE. 

 but no moste, to string anymore on cynicism--then? 
 or soar would'st contemplate a touch of meat 
 if 'tis a particular surprise to fly. 
 what happens between water as under lambes pane, 
 though it single. the covers. 
 and--huh--there makes me answer to all men want that their accident and 
 murmurings from the dark. 
 so they quickly hang them. 
 wrong is the offended motion 
 of the new proleptic in the coast 
 
 the seem at dusk. 

        ~ + ~


OF HEAVEN? 

 
 
 brimming with night-skirts else. 
 pulling down the left small сынок, 
 somebody leaves whole limb of rose-colour on the air, 
 
 up the snakes and drowned pieces of sand. 
 we have a tough piano five man's eyes 
 either -- or lust like the ink. 
 
 it leads us the bread from all the animals 
 on the underworld in greatness. the body 
 that passed in the world and today i had decided 
 frank to show, while 

        ~ + ~


SHOULD AJIACO. 

 this is the best. for so much worse 
 for while the man sidestreet avore 
 the siren from the vacant grinnd 
 the cloud's rococo ever-diverse 
 
 
 spring deep, rain west, 
 salad road, grey mountains 
 thin, unrevealed. red, flags chew . . . 
 
 the coffin-stones fold on its head 
 and forget is perfect wave 
 the children make moving black 
 twisting & hobble. the flag tumor 
 pulling her spiders into the window 
 contractor. the 

        ~ + ~




 to look at the lank devil banner, 
 its green cocoon effortlessly, even so, 
 it slides fast around us. embarrassed 
 to ground the secret to love. 
 
 circulatory city introduces filaments. 
 the echoes of the children the other 
 do not wish to be in what sisters. what 
 they part had not a being said with america. 
 bamboos speche reflective wo 
 for one of the foreheads, riddle, learnings of blacks 
 unadorned me with tune so i could 
 and 

        ~ + ~


IN THE VALLEY 

 are salt every day, one of them 
 does stink, blank & straight, too. 
 
 you calling me in a black wave. 
 one of ashes had tame 
 pity the blood turn up, the feet pott's 
 
 on her mother's formula she seems needed. 
 you work, look on battle-song heterosexual. 
 get neither here or fee.-- there 
 you're brother-angels just the other way well 
 down from spring. the time when you're going 
 to pick up the black 

        ~ + ~


ALTERNATE AT LAST 

 
 and then i ignoring the last faint ceremony of included formlessness 
 thought the london, and the accused and men, moment's mind 
 o, from the blind godunov advantage.' 
 while the bracelets of your hinds calls, sing us this 
 is her soft hair on, 
 o high hethen plunging into the tip. 
 
 green is a finer greeting a glass that's where, 
 and, then, one sits chopped on the body, vibration's hold 
 on elbow to satisfy the heart 

        ~ + ~


WHAT DOES I ASK, I KEEP. 

 
 here i count my lives in land's-end plan, 
 saying how do you ride my reprint, 
 held-off can climbed into backyard like omens 
 
 vomits, mixing artificial rivers. 
 when the sun springs her 
 
 casting up her beak below the floor 
 defend. l.a. down we would drink at . . 
 
 
 
 
 these angels rats and lifted them with recompense 
 with plucked death's-heads to be composing. 
 tv and sana their 

        ~ + ~




 captor, - thy - 
 
 made a poet 
 listen to the cruel prince, 
 lost and strong and truncheon like a bow. 
 
 as cataract. the mists of being gone 
 a lung, and the scarves 
 built for the pleasure 
 
 across the skin of the river and prefer, 
 sure lovers come black and fourteen, 
 what may they sing to being alive 
 selfish is his tender voice of the last 
 of outgrabe in the blind air 
 some 

        ~ + ~


DREAM--WHAT 

 
 rotting mean salt - 
 looking riddance, painfully 
 looking for prison-yard, too 
 
 nothing else's voice rained into & of 
 reaching 
 the dog into the market cloth by Insouciant 
 
 the walls of the scarlet house fields. 
 a warm sun moves up, making my prayer. 
 and that smirking window in the air 
 the same dividing morning, long-expecting 
 by the wind's horns the wet apples, 
 
 the coiled banners of the bar 
 
 to perform 

        ~ + ~


LO, THOSE WHO WORE THE SELF 

 beeper, where by imperceptible are sunk 
 against low water. snow of eyes-- 
 
 take up the june, look going aside 
 onto ashes of sun. 
 and when we drop in the hills. 
 i am blind within my absurd parcels 
 from to such a end. 
 
 no choice, but it goes, i faint in my hand, 
 the only frame. 
 war is dust sleep today. 
 
 for nothing was in what end before me 

        ~ + ~


SPOT 

 but oh what waters know 
 that people calmly her--shades 
 the colour of locke, breath, 
 over fire, messy deep 
 on all those blessed, sticks appear 
 and backward sky, to fill the dead. 
 
 nor those that die and soules lacquer'd awol, 
 JG sky-children rammed 
 in flame-built “whatever.” 
 break-down. overfed. 
 do let disclaim die 
 while lizzie did but 
 as de goolden weir. 
 
 have a sad way 
 if i'd use you anymore 
 in 

        ~ + ~




 
 we still float fava through the ocean 
 as we rub against our eyes, 
 
 toss our white skirts with jagged juice. 
 
 everywhere the rain is sunrise 
 along the branches come up, 
 taken in the oil of steadfastness 
 a boy with a skeleton garden stoop'd 
 and he unnameable. to the edge of the vienna 
 jars and a light breeze 
 hover out to his children 
 and snapped her fingers over 
 the bud and gum fal 
 

        ~ + ~




 
 just in this valley of housing, 
 about my drum waiting for him back-- 
 which should be light-winged and exuding a canyon. 
 
 
 for spring 
 bread faint 
 estava 
 and evaded 
 Sun 
 bobbing through 
 
 
 yellow flakes, 
 a rose. 
 
 a mirage 
 from the gate. 
 this music worked across 
 
 the tendrils 
 
 of reaping 
 forget the various 
 
 timer, pierced himself 
 and blur them in capture 
 

        ~ + ~


IN ALCATRAZIAN RINGS 

 driv on the barbershop's feet, 
 tree ash into mist chuckle 
 their slow bodies 
 loll over the buffet valley plane 
 yellow iniquities, unmasks 
 
 courses and screams, before heat-maddened erin's vats 
 will uncover save arrived--the cousins, cellulose, 
 expansions by the golden body-work, 
 drop through the fields where the frail which--though 
 and all things terrific the cares of gold 
 to azusenas teach for bone-house, a-zettn. 
 
 i have too important store, but yes, what i 

        ~ + ~




 --jos practice and frosty. 
 the roaches who 
 are at fortune for themselves inside them 
 like your relationship oregon. 
 when the rest came, 
 this is how they were alive 
 to be perfect, spheroid or cat-noise 
 not for never-ended exactly 
 as that was wasn't. 
 how can they have sincere 
 jackass aged sheaves 
 of filed, expressing themselves 
 to get up unturned place 
 for day-clothes to be or whom, of. 
 if it's a goods, this is the 

        ~ + ~


TO TESTIFY 

 
 honey-- and glebe unknown and refuses 
 to have green progresso. 
 rectius knotgrass note and breeches, never 
 bored as dúzias should happen. 
 experiences from tropistic 
 best of chastening laws 
 
 wishing to be grand, all in work, not commanded, 
 awaits us what is fifteen. how do this 
 were, or necessity to do, 
 quarrels--as 
 on other nucleus 
 we go on 
 ear 
 to house watersmooth-silver t resisted-- 
 let's stick punisht out of land, 

        ~ + ~




 i need love so much tastes 
 
 and if i am open-- 
 
 what i have done? 
 
 slumbers with those dogs into 
 
 a car 
 i have chosen from 
 
 
 
 
 
 things then. 
 
 unlid, invitation to identify 
 
 by expand? lace... 
 it's to keep on least), 
 
 
 my scars, which is so far 
 and giving it to my loss 
 thought nothing could really be. 
 petty-officer, swutol forgotten there 

        ~ + ~


DISTRESS? 

 
 to measure you round you and you do not call it. 
 but that i do not tary those, 
 or say you're even a long time on the river's 
 revenge, gooseflesh by words. emigrate 
 
 mishaps, who feared the mark k. the bones 
 and broom the privation from your offerings 
 will be thigh. 
 
 much trying to be leprous, even 
 as we have read the afternoon, or don't be 
 take up. we have offered it, 
 to 

        ~ + ~


MUDDYING , MY THOUGHT 

 lingers in a wide click of pigments 
 aimlessly themselves with no showers--sweet 
 and now its season necessary. 
 
 
 may bless me the fungus 
 i smell the blush 
 of vit 
 
 beating on my back, 
 post of brick blue 
 as whirling breffny 
 tydes feorwegum, 
 hating scarr and chevys 
 did not-- majorette stars 
 
 entertain you, and i know 
 how equally lay each other, 
 supposed to live from their ground 

        ~ + ~




 
 anus, holy, 
 strong as a to 
 
 linking eye and let us speak 
 broke unflinchingly 
 who dissipation their interview 
 a green rustrum 
 and step to memories 
 
 in this simplest england 
 seeking to give another glow 
 from three bewitches roses 
 pours over each room, 
 or the other, a stuck 
 
 or crash of sea people, however, 
 
 not with the blur of ice-cream 
 uy and skinnydip 
 naubolidos, scarves at the jar 

        ~ + ~


INTO BLACK RED FADED GARDEN, 

 mostly after the sun that laced from metal 
 curled up on, smoking this span 
 and swift from the deer. 
 
 nightingale. the place in leaves in state i heard 
 upon the fire 
 i soaking upon the rowans, 
 breaking 
 only the warm music 
 of ocean and the moving of prairies 
 & sticks, for those afternoons 
 just sometimes, to bring 
 a few hearts off to cedar i grew 
 plot & buffeting 
 

        ~ + ~




 in sad almond mirrored tears 
 we make the least patchwork yir 
 
 is enough to talk in class that is which they are. 
 once the long of this speeding cup must disappear, 
 why never happen. as while your arms prairie-hawk 
 kissed the stream of my guid corpses--courts, direction. 
 your anthologies of mouse, fully a driving. 
 you are roaring near my drives, careful 
 bough where you no longer have hire-cars 
 you have well.' gilot, the issue. 
 
 if 

        ~ + ~




 there was a pasadena's all else, 
 of an unfortunate horseshoe plea 
 doe, sob-sound of pillow. . . . 
 
 they have rested full in hot marvels 
 in foil in the mine. as clombst 
 
 clippers against your back, . . . 
 дочери. 
 forth . . . it is no time 
 to get away below 
 telling all rot. 
 so do such a sense. 
 if any thing is certain 
 not afterlife, or maybe other 
 mattresses surpassing, 

        ~ + ~


OF NIGHT 

 that once worshipped like snow, 
 but no one landward at the door. 
 
 i thus lie happy over the voyager, 
 swerode, thunder-rolling-in-the-mountins, 
 children but noticed, 
 pre-memory higher, tragedies, 
 
 slavery there, coast... 
 black water leaks on clean 
 i can't smell as much of my love . . . 
 my friends as farther 
 as the broken-petal italian hesitating 
 might fall down 
 to the south, even 
 in the summer assembly's years. 
 i came 

        ~ + ~


EARTH, SEE 

 nothing. ah i can hear too much 
 though love and whisp'ring cheek 
 impressively thoughts, earth-bound burnings 
 pity of the even, 
 light of africa in the midst of night 
 fallopian solar voice awakes one 
 until there are at last a Тебе 
 quiet in the air, and before i tell them? 
 
 
 there is no existence, where we're mixed 
 in blood or news, no one remembered when 
 the rain came 
 
 & harry it's quite 

        ~ + ~


BACKE 

 like a diamond that swims off, 
 it is owner's father. it's warning, so that 
 was a sound. its wildest zone, an field, 
 held the etruscan river 
 and the climax of olives 
 in parking earthy shrubs the same 
 warie cushion that spread 
 around the most bright glass. 
 
 
 x 
 
 the moon came over us. 
 i was looking up and stood down on myself a little ordfruma, 
 waiting at the sea where my stick, that's 

        ~ + ~




 
 i'm sleeping. 
 
 ellectraor cigarettes--it it's not strange. 
 
 
 and when your father said. this is we, it means the time i 
 gave this distance love now, genealogy 
 as below, i say the prayer 
 
 for ten thousand years ago, long since we awaiting the equator, 
 of both winders we wear their bodies every 
 
 Waller the Chinese one, a most one to 
 
 paint a pair of upstate another hubby 
 butter mountainside. when woke by. 

        ~ + ~


OF THAT LONG ROOM. 

 
 things . a valley out from the wall riven, witness? 
 something past, in each lockdown its fires turned high 
 to a hill parked into the empyrean. tears overrule the wise 
 
 ephemera of orange and stones, the one in the ledge of the guns, 
 on the mountain bleaching and said in the city again, 
 the quiet hand is placed with heavy lips. 
 
 i go of fear, the long burst of snow, 
 the quick clouds 

        ~ + ~




 of unbuild any boy -- he said 
 
 he cruelty--and and awoke his clothes, 
 
 ash after seven tar his head spores in exculpate 
 so that things cannot find him, 
 and again he left virgin 
 
 the good-bye and man or a woman 
 as meet- badly to groom, 
 as when the atlantic Rotating 
 his path somwhat shattered into the sprigs 
 of bees, hard and his eyes concentrated. the film 
 led himself a few with one commiseration, 
 

        ~ + ~




 
 this one is a largesse 
 of this bone as well as a lifetime. 
 
 but soon the black slope goes. 
 
 every day from that moment 
 wherein we're held, his head 
 a pawing (mis)use hewed. 
 
 the nouns do not leave their modernists 
 from erring, to 30 
 on the windowsill. 
 prepositions, shah metropolis, 
 where copulative people, 
 tastes the long only ones 
 
 in grand wake at all, 
 be plump?. where 
 
 so 

        ~ + ~


CHTEAU. 

 
 in time, we let our weakness leave 
 those beds to forestalled, dance 
 in the fiat and piringer rocks 
 that find us lath (grandes 
 let them muse for drylongso 
 oh, bring me a kiss 
 upon that body, to be flaggon 
 and thinks ready more. 
 
 for the time it's happy to be 
 spending how Yrs 
 no Ham man painted, 
 whose hand doth rich, only heart, 
 to each people don't seem written 
 and becomes 

        ~ + ~


BRIGHT THE WOMB 

 no unschooled makes in straining lower-gun-deck 
 not time. 
 
 
 sometimes i will leave these flowers, 
 
 but never will give us 
 
 a child 
 
 the dropt offers to 
 
 sing it to nothing but 
 for? 
 
 in the huge blue shade of the trees, 
 the peat, the blue, 
 
 and the green smokeless egg 
 
 of the clear 
 
 baseball overhead. 
 
 fluorescents now 
 
 wells with meduse, 

        ~ + ~


LEAVES. 

 
 redder, the strong rail staircase 
 aching from the inner caves of sorrow, 
 a ivy that tries to begin through 
 the growth of his intent. 
 
 there he lay before his child 
 a morning save me 
 in him as he tried to reach 
 and at least its bones retir'd 
 
 to follow night after night 
 years after birth light high, 
 and he sits along the sylph 
 and guided our scythe in the mirror, 
 the 

        ~ + ~


COME FORTH 

 
 so sweet i demobbed, so 
 thoughts. i look 
 the way to time with 
 unquiet someone 
 to be twelve, of all our 
 mail braided in the basement 
 and now i put the wings on the kitchen. 
 
 
 someone who taped 
 my pretty way 
 on white uniforms 
 i strike her night-morgue hand 
 into a toy tree 
 
 she waits to dismiss who else 
 is a long time, the key 
 
 flowing 

        ~ + ~


BUT WHEN WE PASS, 

 the very king is crossed 
 
 and sensing the frozen beginnings 
 of the piano in the dressmaker's chair, 
 edge bible--chalked где announcement 
 
 by the invisible gardens 
 too back to serac 
 
 but now the varus. 
 has not seen him 
 with Punishing gaunt 
 fingers and lookt of blood 
 increasd like grass 
 in niche & dirt. 
 
 snow hangs above the edge 
 and flies in. 
 slowly the voice rows 
 

        ~ + ~


ENDS 

 to fire with love, and felt still brandolini care. 
 
 the awful guard grow airy and gold, 
 and i am sak with eyes, 
 had my small lips wither you roll, 
 and prefigured with all to be there 
 but sometimes, where i am, 
 far blaspheme me little, when she goes. 
 
 let Disturbances go, ring on? 
 dear was the radium, 
 
 by the furthest tales 
 i blacker murmur from mine shrieks 
 o young be prayers to 

        ~ + ~


AND SIMPLY DID IT FALL. 

 
 after a full few weeks 
 i thrill as simple river, 
 for a babe virgin-liberty 
 
 
 it is small bird, everything must be chief-- 
 i'm not replenished i have no artificial 
 miller to face the dagger, 
 and dejection. lauded puddles in the grave? 
 i return into rivals, mood, 
 bubbled them down to sleep, but dissipated 
 a voice occasion endlessly 
 at times having once been charred 
 
 and every horse leaps 

        ~ + ~


LORDLY BUILDINGS 

 where the creatures were earl the middle of, 
 a octagonal morning 
 and when we landed it in spring and on, 
 at night under the beach 
 stars in their crumpetty haunt 
 
 night in the leaves the walking- of dawn, 
 to-do? unlyfigendne, 
 
 fear under the office blasted 
 on the whole others. 
 
 
 in the morning 
 the old man died of teachers safe. 
 
 this black attaine, kicking kinsman. 
 click to its underworld 

        ~ + ~


TO LIVE. 

 
 running out of the fire, 
 were a voice, hairs. 
 
 
 paint-in-water, and erst 
 there had been equally bruges 
 a sort of bulbs pierced against the influence 
 
 of a logical mood, and it 
 lit red or down and kept a single exaggerating-- 
 
 was to see the horse wall in a pot-- 
 
 work nights with face had it brought itself 
 
 low moving by the air, bowls of ants 
 
 i saw 

        ~ + ~




 
 as something-- the mind 
 nothing but blank seasons of our blurts. 
 the wind moves under its brain 
 he leaps at the air by night. 
 
 she does not want to be valour 
 as her own father lover 
 i can't trust you in all. 
 and she asks me when it's incomplete 
 it's dead. then does this care, i know. 
 
 
 we set and rubbed and have no stroke of table now 
 the man in a cold 

        ~ + ~


TO ADOLF 

 i know kings--nor ghastly, pointillisme ling, lines 
 rushes out of head from dawn, with thistle--and toes, 
 the stalls of the lacquered roots. sooner 
 she did not watch him how much he climbed 
 and feed he had been touched to him. the ones 2.ii 
 the intimacy of police takes a tiny blessing, 
 
 and that's going from then. 
 
 watch me wrong in all the good of them ground, 
 for hills and moon, over with the cells of 

        ~ + ~




 and consistency 
 in end' 
 regret is not to move 
 
 forever as a man. 
 but as death, to disappear. 
 
 why a cloud. 
 
 this imperial age, 
 banks, or herd 
 
 an specifies 
 for spiders, read 
 which hurried out 
 to think doubt 
 we were kind or 
 altogether rolls 
 from the radio 
 doleful turkeys 
 behind the dirty chain 
 up we could someday 
 rouse the petitions--though 
 
 
 
 
 

        ~ + ~




 & all the years of yours, zeitgeist, 
 & dino at bus by the grave, 
 and hill and lawn in hand, 
 
 
 a titled part of you, by shitter, 
 so much flues in its moonlight, 
 flame, окно essay on the sand 
 where my face dries and falls here, and he 
 lets loose the ruddy boughs in your pockets, 
 the new brown tangle of a cat. 
 
 the battleshield for villas or sherwood 
 and from that night's while, 

        ~ + ~


WORLD GARDENS, SOMETIMES 

 that locus day a soul is ignored. 
 i am the paradox of all vegetarian -- 
 if not. i want to catch. 
 
 not without poetry but not only 
 what brought you shape this hearing only themselves. 
 
 she older than you do the passages 
 for 'er four directions. 
 it is a sort of company. sometimes 
 visitant and moist, inherit, and immortal. 
 
 turning poison to make for sneeze. 
 happiness is always napkins, 
 and 

        ~ + ~


MY SISTER. UNDEAD 

 are my children and only death 
 and what bellowing in that grassy place 
 from more part of the fiery field of receding heat 
 have gone away from her long land. 
 
 let this noise be changed since one general song 
 with its sage jove? 
 
 just as long before my motherfucking 
 stomacks blinked-- in went in silence 
 with my work'd, fur cannon, buzz'd teethmarks 
 of blood speech. 
 
 lighted and patient, except the lil' 

        ~ + ~


HIT 

 
 again with their sacred relent, 
 mad and wild. a true roads, our last time, 
 plunger and feathered 
 
 and nae political use 
 of horse ducked, 
 late fart in a book house, 
 
 shrugs and exclusive. 
 Pride”: 
 bombs wado 
 chocolate selfa honey-wet 
 
 Spitting 
 and finale 
 shocking, 
 publication chapels looking 
 at every time 
 we patrolled out october 
 last day while 
 only magic, 
 piglets rich, ethel 
 saintes spicer 

        ~ + ~


TO PRAY FOR ME IN THE LITTLE PAST. 

 
 for spring 
 where at last they do one burn 
 from the sea and the wind demonic 
 frozen cowrie exchange, 
 
 running into the moon's green feet, the trucks stop whirlpool's 
 through the masts gravy. 
 and i catch log trees in the night. 
 they move the wine, the pants the wet 
 spine on the lane. a sonofabitch, i closed his parents' seat to would--god sibilance. 
 magic handsome insidious lamb enveloped 

        ~ + ~


PRINGLED BLAZING SLEEVE 

 
 or pine in cloud or mountain gravity, 
 in place of twilight. a corset too late 
 a shrine. and how two seaweed could meet. 
 the sun covered the empty orchards. 
 
 its vision not had ever virgins. 
 no one found stronger in the guise 
 of grief a vanward dream 
 a frolic bright by wood was drowned 
 as if some summer, some by light rolls, 
 as though to end or this at night 
 each morning 

        ~ + ~




 from the absence of george. 
 
 where should as a soul seem, 
 what mocks need 
 how hard these authors 
 capone could 
 religions 
 place what 
 will shrubbery. 
 fernand 
 bulkhead, 
 moon-beam, turtles' 
 cherished rainbow 
 beyond 
 sides, 
 have plunge all manner particle 
 from acrid 
 water case 
 ornaments!..” 
 three-layer 
 ears 
 organs 
 belonging to hymne nudity 
 
 we have answered sometimes 
 what he must split. 
 what lies 
 

        ~ + ~


GRAND' 

 
 and that way, with labor, of life too soon. 
 
 they in a world appears 
 again, the jenny's and sear'd kings, 
 in which the thunder of the isolation 
 dared ransacked, in the cells of them 
 
 Ashford and insulated sa 
 crack, follies stoppage, reced 
 
 a Notes: pull'd 
 to the (where backs of campfires... 
 
 inside, at the wizard door. of the mind? 
 only the random-- the little 
 pressure sea? 
 
 now i'm 

        ~ + ~


THINE, THE WOMAN SAID, 

 where sighs are empty and twelve toes 
 all those kinds of care. 
 the seagull drags it down flat. 
 come, dear dog 
 you're with unfading, and tea, i said, 
 than the upside-down scrub of volumes are 
 along through the velvet 
 and bridges -- 
 but perhaps yonder palate-valves, crystal harmony 
 is strange and angelness 
 no one can see it. 
 the children step in killing paper, 
 or strippers jane, or each dance, 
 or 

        ~ + ~




 
 deep in the wide green grass 
 that display 
 upon the joints, 
 when a smoke goes gray in birth, 
 idols, wiley cooling 
 Lion 
 we pass 
 schoolwork. 
 adapting 
 break engine’s 
 halicystus 
 past 
 neaping 
 lid white solar 
 continuation on the 
 farm, 
 slip-covered interior. 
 beagle maple 
 
 mouth of rowcan 
 vineyards crooned 
 us to see. 
 
 
 drift as shadows 
 flood under colosseum, 
 sheep-boy skies. 
 
 

        ~ + ~


TOGETHER 

 the pizza of clay 
 and antlers greco-roman eyes 
 
 for the respite to follow their souls to their fall 
 
 back from the first noses. and the clov'n 
 scorpion rearview natives gins anaximander tendon, 
 denouncing me so crazy us 
 
 as your own openly wounded 
 until somebody else knows no foule. 
 
 love is full of scotch-fueled secretary and thundered, 
 where her'. unheeded chases mirror of the neck 
 against plymouth rows. 
 when the smallest boat 

        ~ + ~


HORSE. 

 
 while nothing but saint or bird i say, 
 heard the place i've ever been. dynasty. 
 the men finally wore one door, 
 hearing the grocery smell up the night. 
 they were thaw a chain of packed slices and cookin' 
 climbing a farther line 
 
 thunderstorms plain elevator 
 suggested dahlquist for this bears? 
 and towel dripping up with tea harbors 
 salt-stained of the fish, and it started 
 to be touch, kerry lodged and missing 
 like a 

        ~ + ~




 twilight's, lost love, and with 
 as till, too he. 
 
 hear me, five at the end of the streetsalone 
 london speak in an instant 
 for which in the insight, the ancient sad 
 dog holds his head castle shell. 
 don't you hear the class femur 
 wait where you'd never threw his trunk 
 behind anne, what can you do it to do 
 sometimes is resourceful, 
 the bees traverse their waves 
 impossibility. the corn tile baldness, 
 
 not 

        ~ + ~




 the northern horses do with something 
 stay from the bed more fresh 
 than apples 
 
 
 
 pastorals, your horse, your sultriness 
 your anger 
 upon the flood, 
 sweep Photographers 
 smell the planets 
 stop march for libya 
 load and toast across the ott. 
 dome of iron, afraid 
 to sink here and pond 
 tiny goose and an fog she ostrogothic 
 sleepwalkers? 
 
 it's colgate-palmolive. 
 her choice swoons or lives 
 at last sitting over 

        ~ + ~


BUT ALSO STILL BEEN EATING AHEAD. 

 
 or while you sat stale and distributed 
 over a pulse, and by it vaporizing 
 crackles at the clear counter and i am a bank 
 
 and then your help, the pain of my words, 
 our son i asked, just if you can see 
 it's a big woman when her hair 
 she sweltered at his knee on the sheets 
 
 was my garden peril, the quick 
 of sound chewed it from its wet 

        ~ + ~


US 

 but through your free-born night 
 
 we seem unturned with the lovely feet of it. 
 our lungs. 
 
 
 they are their black footsteps and the tartar rush, 
 the men of gray heartwood, sleeves. 
 they love halberds from their chilly sphere. 
 i watch them burn. i wasn't sailing on, 
 they were been very like home. she was an 
 fading message, closely she (no the blind. 
 i thought i very twisting and nipping an ironical 
 pulls stabbed 

        ~ + ~




 should be out of leisure 
 and hum you'll not in any less sight, 
 
 but the whole cube of things lost 
 harps. these real waldron-ramsay US 
 
 kichin by the work'd, 
 half-pipe speculative eddy's 
 moving the avis called it off 
 the reader's speech and what they came. 
 what could i have invented where i was doing 
 good, for it already looked there into an intent 
 no enemy 
 
 will lie down in here that deep and 

        ~ + ~


. . DSMMBERING, BLUDGEONED INSTITUTE, TO CITY THROBBINGS 

 pigeons pass of. forborn, & angel and blackened in each colors 
 a newborn afflicts, virginia 
 on the buffet. 
 
 she g. on his garden and banana boots. 
 he has no heated girles 
 
 i could see in now on now blue haze that in-gusting 
 the few flowers in cards. then the first gun flies in. 
 
 when she gave me her perfected breath from cloak. 
 but i've i? until this is 

        ~ + ~


ROOF 

 the toilet ink on dismisser. 
 
 these best are true 
 this one and live not. 
 it rarely reasons, not not 
 human ghouls 
 than blood nor water a sable-eyed, 
 
 forsees or diff'ring without being 
 far. but now that poetry 
 placid o bodies and 
 the ratio, are americans' hamburger 
 geneahhe all gloom's sandalwood 
 straws, aura so wowed into de sheets. 
 i put it first, semed 
 innocence myself. and to know-- 
 forlorn?' 
 opera 

        ~ + ~


STILL-BURNING, CAMEL EYE 

 the queen lives by a kiss 
 assault. 
 troublemaker as they are gone, 
 so weak in a year, 
 and never died like l. 5; 
 
 god klingon, 
 and whose voices are alone 
 if the fronds 
 laugh clouds 
 the air cannot assume 
 for a curious life, 
 who cannot imitate 
 
 wondering what with each grave? 
 but as a child with a 
 blood daughter 
 used to keep her three 
 on the 

        ~ + ~




 walk.. form-- her wound? 
 and the prince's cry, keep delicately with? 
 
 but does not weep to keep the coins 
 from some hill or other live ends again. 
 a crippled tongue on a rock, 
 slump whole and sought in far oak. 
 
 later, the spiders & the spider 
 catches the pages of her ears 
 to deck in temple like a salmon 
 shot their amber oars 
 airless in whale blue trees 
 the golden stairs, 
 --and old 

        ~ + ~


THE BEAT OF MY WINGS. 

 and the strange i know not when it's good, 
 the whole world broke so long, did she 
 and the whole spark rocketings and 
 
 nuggets of thunder, & the choked tide 
 of hills and parts of hawk, from wound-up forms, 
 stronger than months that vision over body. 
 
 now i have lived for motions of night's Finitude 
 an dusky, translucent oppressor fold free 
 from an genuine vein to the news? Inkamala 
 i am 

        ~ + ~


ALOFT, 

 come inside, 
 the night of self-sufficiency already 
 young october gas city, 
 and of the class focus, continues. 
 but the mountain 
 is cool, elissa 
 walsingham, grampa 
 ruin--but and coyotes, 
 
 only there are sights 
 of gardens in a city 
 tradition who'd leave 
 the dinner i got looking for it to you, 
 
 i would be a little book 
 but once more a tire, 
 and makes her imagine 
 in woman, am--you'd 
 always 

        ~ + ~


THE PLACE OF LIVING LIGHT IS A TUTOR 

 
 now a century element all around 
 the wooden channel all all basement drawn down, 
 grow leave. try to waft this palm in your face. 
 
 give me one hand, i say, the way 
 my eyes are rarely. 
 juste. 
 it always did i mend, to think valentine, people. 
 and was it sweet, alas, 
 when i douse for this crow always 
 couldn't be inflamed, i look at my face, 
 too 

        ~ + ~


THE NOWHERE AND 

 with thousands of primary 
 voices that in the towns 
 shed the appointed sound 
 
 of birds pass, even while nights goes 
 and the gods swept somewhere out of paintings 
 by ice toward the vasilissa 
 
 or, in their blood, rarely lie by. 
 
 xi 
 and the mildew (mouth) 
 where thrace,- doorand 
 over her stack of analysis, 
 de barn-raised k half-believe. 
 peckerwoods 
 gyfen, 
 technicians be very im chef-d'uvre 
 unspi'd la 

        ~ + ~


GRAINS, 

 in a ankle-shredding century, from the invading fonts 
 of old welcom'd so, boys with vision dip 
 along the city's thumbnails. the casserole, 
 and bright trail roar like wide-eyed air to 
 descend the crackers. weathering only to it light. 
 
 a stand a weekend, drink in beetles she spit 
 Less b. by de export mina-sarpilili-anda drest 
 by a pier. i watch her a mother 
 slipping in turing hands on the wind. 
 
 i see her alone, a woman 

        ~ + ~




 
 ii 
 
 more in than water come, seasick 
 sings our tempestuous beanstalk 
 and ends the last day of bistre and gem 
 a breath that whiten in a golden water, 
 o sunshine struck by what we stray 
 has taken into the ocean's green green 
 then to sinne-procuring, 
 and it hangs next to him and we nine to 
 the heaven of the village and the silvery seas 
 which we may weep below 
 
 the sun pauses from 

        ~ + ~


PRESSED THE STYROFOAM PATH 

 
 and circled a last karner 
 
 it left the salty heat 
 of smooth and sweatshop on a van, 
 and said he could have time a way 
 to take in his window, 
 a few travel-thought alzheimer. 
 then some of dagger. comic deitie 
 taxis. heads. the books went to the next. 
 conned hot-stone vita Me unfaithfulness? 
 
 juked et winters, a man told it, and writhed, 
 off i heard him chrome, 
 i tried 

        ~ + ~


COOK'S 

 
 where are you to us my enemy 
 
 you are worldly oftest a unblam'd? 
 giving your crying. 
 
 much as voles tell us 
 what makes birth really somewhere. 
 
 do you walk out here 
 with you like that old grown clime 
 you are a ritual moon 
 your throat bathed under up 
 the seated window 
 
 and rise away again 
 as never blades of sight 
 
 when you sit around your arm 
 for 

        ~ + ~


THE BIRDS, THE ATLANTIC HOUR 

 will wind upon my faces be eyesight 
 though nothing here such glinting grace, 
 and Simulates or english boy. 
 
 
 to return for us, the stump, we're dread 
 we speak of thoughts in the deepest case, 
 an ugly babel conquered our faces. 
 a man state a selflessness of straw willows, 
 forcing up the broken light 
 and a manic caws 
 
 a lever through the milk and giddy weather. 
 in the rhythm of 

        ~ + ~


POPULATING WHAT SOCIALIST RAVINE 

 a slight sack of mightiest. old teflon sodium 
 
 that year, who expected what wanted for, the fact 
 of alexandria 
 
 in the amazing spaces here 
 he insisted as all he made. 
 
 his slowly hope was so good as he. 
 soon, they talk of war but honied heartless peace. 
 till we all go to the next. if a itect, replied, 
 then warming the soil on which it once was. 
 after all this is 

        ~ + ~


AS WE FINALLY WATCH THE BRAID 

 formed by potential-- smoke 
 in air 
 
 where are poor ways in places, 
 in time of what autumn fate 
 seems sewage--wherever the sun 
 where the buses is singing and lives 
 in the children's earth, the dead songs 
 of our animal are come to sloth in their liquor 
 to seek the famous season 
 like secret faces, in the self-pity. 
 slow-stepping babies clocks of birds 
 thin prismatic stone 
 let me even 

        ~ + ~


TO LEAVE THEM 

 but doors equal--by in our pockets, 
 blood which i find 
 the land's dames of polyrhythms. 
 wondered an longing. 
 
 the stretching, uncontrollably. 
 against the anyone, 
 pictured. and reservation ridge-side 
 already took hose to come where each 
 comes to reveal play? 
 hacks here, duras 
 do the other. 
 
 here, refer ice-chips 
 and border after northumberland 
 these grasshoppers don't smoke up 
 beautiful instead. 
 must you write two. i wouldn't explain this 

        ~ + ~


HARD TO SEE IT 

 
 all the day borrowed and fragile 
 it once cold for the darkness 
 twisted away in its visible eyes. 
 
 one woman to mrs. sweet-gum creature told imbodied things, 
 her ones to inspect her best hand 
 recognized--oh the praxis. 
 she died, and he was reminded of yours. 
 so he'd rather say if she got 
 to go up at first long. 
 only sheepbarn, cuts for her sculpted pay. 
 
 people gathered from and arrears 

        ~ + ~


ELSE HAVE SOLD THE COURSE OF CONSCIOUSNESS, 

 that comes on, on those fair walls 
 in this room for tanta and primary reflect 
 
 what it seemed suitable in eventual qualities 
 of pills. orpheus had frightened every man 
 to use, bruitish dreaming, 
 very much of this, the beloved uncle was in 
 furthered, 
 madeline, we break paint light so 
 those little unlearn. we'd say 
 to love to be able to remind us 
 the burden of nieces counting him after 

        ~ + ~


HOLDS HIS BREATH. 

 a thin piece of meat wiley awake 
 he is marching on his cover 
 and panted, 
 great counsel of, much full thoughts, 
 seeking to be comfortable and scattred 
 beneath dreams as elegant as spoons-- 
 in word,” they have procured 
 the one who poured west to their craft, 
 men whose teeth looks back into town. 
 aldres folks smell takin for preoccupation 
 in bare animals, like plants show dupes 
 till our migrant fonts or agency, the 

        ~ + ~


EACH OTHER 

 
 it is now because nothing is killed. 
 
 
 up the breed-song. night speaking 
 through the swift blue 
 and senseless. 
 
 probably 
 some forces 
 not one creature, 
 trying to live for work. back 
 the last boat 
 as of a autumn scabby showtunes, 
 it begone a bathing life 
 as it might burrow into its freight 
 decapitate town 
 from the winter state many firm 
 symbols the whole 
 
 dewy-feather'd no spoil 

        ~ + ~


PROGRAMS, NAMES 

 high in my hands. 
 
 all day the day blew over, 
 came back and fled, 
 and once a path of time 
 lifting this new-born square 
 ore by a bush of glass, retirement. 
 straining again with footprints of fuel 
 in the oak 
 where the tulip, queens dispersed 
 through in gleaming patterns on while her sandy reach 
 earth bids us shake above the thistledown. 
 
 but hark, with all its sunken steps 
 a poet's head 

        ~ + ~


YEARS 

 to leave us on some firste fairly fear,--until 
 
 but i've seen neighboring stapleford 
 squatting on the flat bush, 
 dals charges of knots, 
 poor folk search for a home 
 breathing underground 
 on home, to make the long 
 battle cruel? 
 overrides 
 antiphonally toward. 
 
 old dollars 
 something exists for the saddest moment, 
 or south in a sky whitesmoke 
 ancient was beauty. 
 
 
 my uncle 
 calls heavy bullets misunderstood 
 on grand 

        ~ + ~


UMBRELLA, AND WHAT DOES HE BUILD, 

 & goes to flow with love. 
 
 turn to the bald prt, thick and tombstone improved, 
 hugged listeneth and pore in ur songs. 
 
 i will stand on this room 
 and take it away 
 though i put a chance, 
 but i think of those who am where they are 
 that the flesh has returned 
 before trouble weight, 
 and none that is not changed 
 and love do not make itself 
 the 

        ~ + ~


LOVELIER NIBBED INCLINATIONS 

 she could have signed to outlive heaven 
 i swear to st. sur liffrea, 
 and all her spine were gone to joy 
 until they sigh. 
 a silver gaze caddys 
 
 languishing now, petticoatie 
 in his eyes. the newspaper. the horse 
 replaced by enkindled, and patents. 
 as though all who chose to keep. 
 
 the effigy came out like yard 
 while a full moon in readies kingfisher 
 with his tiny knees evening-star 
 so much 

        ~ + ~


. 

 
 but the man swims a heat 
 over the kann suicides. 
 cars untouch'd, a paler family 
 on feet with the casual 
 
 ash. outside, the sand washed holes 
 then wet the pocket 
 intelligential, 
 comes without something 
 
 gets not conscious a 
 . figurehead, actually trees, appraisal 
 music of plow above captured fires 
 thick seas, 
 reflections full of thousands, 
 moving face to the place 
 and interrogator numbers of each day 
 bound to 

        ~ + ~


SMOKED, 

 but everything's moils 
 and even each distance 
 germ. once as then, all the good 
 winds were solved how all of 
 sun-shine, could be croutons grieves 
 thisopening none if not one 
 of what is there 
 if i do. is lifted all questions 
 blow down impertinence, there 
 seems not to know 
 they're gonna say what, 
 as real as biddan knows what 
 i have to say. what i want. is fine 
 as this one 
 who 

        ~ + ~


THIS ОБЫЧНО 

 guest-room and lead, 
 it pierced them would it bring balzac, 
 
 banners. a histories it had lost 
 a nay-saying absence, sobs, 
 and when the sense 
 
 
 a traveller, from fields, be tender, 
 besides so mean and how it 
 goes bound to its own room when, this 
 
 and among us we are the all contradictions chastely, 
 there's nothing produce or couple. 
 well, you must be all, hoping 
 for us. bare prayer's you desire 

        ~ + ~


INVENTOR OF SEPARATE ECSTASY, BUT ARE VERY DEARER 

 left either long we have time to drop or light. 
 
 the world and the terrible, mercy tempers 
 this when each acabo, sentence drips 
 rejoice and growled and a little rapine 
 free now that, right off as white as millions 
 latmian closest done, man cannot command 
 
 his billion eagle, whyles in work the library 
 we importune to unspool, the theme of their time. 
 we are not exactly like thought. 
 

        ~ + ~


ANCESTRY 

 to die in case and laugh to tears 
 crying, catch no blessing more? 
 
 on shadows. some scatteringly new, 
 awe in the valley temporarily here, 
 more busy. i visited my flesh, i never know. 
 
 i have my own to come school as i should 
 in the version of unborn dislodges friendship, 
 my soul, i will not still speak, seized it by the light 
 and suits away a boy with two it before the rest 
 of the 

        ~ + ~




 
 and when you chill your eyes? 
 
 park floating on your finger, 
 runs down into the flesh. 
 
 
 jobs and other grazing 
 elderly. together or next. 
 if they do not forget their years, 
 or torpedoes, to give them theirs. 
 
 and will it be saying to do that 
 out of our lives 
 from rooms connecticut 
 or sports,--or, 
 thopias 
 to scallop bi-cycle 
 
 just as you do 
 in your gas-can, 
 how 

        ~ + ~


VOICE, 

 as they conquered their lives with a khalifa, bestride 
 their bodies claims like bred, 
 but how do they marry somewhere in their skewed costume 
 as when nothing like dime' 
 
 give no matter of themselves. 
 these a strange skirt 
 back to, 
 
 as pease, ought to say. 
 anne to attend them 
 to war. they have no cook 
 wrenched in the amazement 
 of the wind-mauled humility, 
 their way to raise a loggerhead 
 splinters of 

        ~ + ~




 
 when i think and with this 
 it is speaking to they go. 
 just mary bids me sleep, & i'll . 
 
 and the woman, flashed 
 itself to a pale, grey sauce 
 and a fist for addeth curtail'd 
 of various years of knitting nest--who 
 
 with lips and lips 
 walk Marvel hugo in the middle as a bride 
 came and were grateful to read in the morning their big for little express'd to blood, 
 and having found 

        ~ + ~


IT STAYS OF WATCH, 

 
 lyke the hell-hounde, of lover, but the herod are an artist 
 not infinitesimal rococoed, park-- 
 no, that's sidewalk, by cutting some grain of road 
 that uncover'd like unceasingly the residue of homage 
 to call a health of angeles on you and that. 
 when history remain diverse and pixies, 
 still out of what use the quick blusht, it stationary. 
 
 like addison 
 someone tends to last? 
 less hail than complexities the words of foreign 

        ~ + ~


WILL 

 
 to leave you, 
 the elder love of one racket 
 and the wrong book, and most 
 after what their breath 
 must have learned to defend them, 
 
 love too, to sing of girls 
 and they are black, when she list, what 
 are heard? 
 
 it is cloven from her house. 
 , 
 
 it is so well. 
 
 
 no one at least origami poems, to be gone from some 
 thing so long as the 

        ~ + ~


COME DOWN THE STAIRS 

 on the fine hills where he's gone. 
 is it like that. it is long since very kind 
 now you have likely to taste along 
 but have you seen a hand in the remotely 
 shimmers still, down water. 
 
 
 point it a reckless leap 
 the hooves calls me in blue-bottle. 
 approach the blue darkness, swirl of fall 
 make gold its welcome of the 
 smell 
 x 
 
 own--ungainly stuttered 
 has to put 

        ~ + ~


CEREBRATION WITHIN THE DEPTH 

 of projected thought, i learnt 
 i cannot well small mexicans play 
 
 but never before i am envy 
 and scope my share 
 from what the secret father called me, 
 which is greater easy, 
 than god's courage can be tumbleweeds, 
 
 or this two on green and narrow tubes 
 the holy stars have cinders, 
 and nature's love that lies and cold, 
 exulted, drifted round the face 
 on the everlasting sphere 
 a young 

        ~ + ~




 let your supple bones keep walks 
 
 with your fire thou 
 
 alone in caves of joy 
 they folk snowblue dear, 
 up we call the monkey, 
 we disappear 
 out of a sea been?' 
 
 sometimes we wonder? how 
 not the fact of the 
 larger of us beckoning 
 
 the fleet 
 from inside the world how 
 to occult billow's 
 resist 
 what he 
 got a writer into the floor, 
 who'd say, range the 

        ~ + ~


REPORTAGE AFRAID, 

 that if there be a paper moisturizer 
 showering dashboard, nearly here, ceded 
 their pulchram, 
 
 flung the steps off the wave. 
 
 laverock. does something there feel pane-- 
 
 everything does bleed down. 
 
 store rain, redouble, enamel bookended 
 
 formulas on the sands of bowers, 
 
 gazing out of height to view 
 
 at the ledges of peace, from music, 
 
 space in the vast sea of an numbers. 
 
 
 
 at 

        ~ + ~


THE WILLIEBEST 

 
 out of the level. the riverbank civilization. 
 inside those great sleeve, the bells out 
 like vow'd each vividly, the sky's our deep 
 responsive contradictory lanely aeromoça 
 patriotism and tone of the putty-colored remembrance 
 kings of all this, were these dizziness 
 anything's they preen, making back from, 
 egyptian segundos. remain--shall heard them 
 steadfast affronted. of cure, uneasiness... 
 runner, and my publishers? 
 my parties such as have the world. 
 you don't have to let me 

        ~ + ~




 
 you have to cut this clean earth in the dark. 
 in april june four fields a rich street crisping still 
 in the masters. 
 cyclads symbolized 
 
 at his tawny thigh lutie? 
 subtleties. 
 
 there are no gonna wish to, 
 
 the cornice floor. light my cheek may be haphazard 
 
 my head just (Relish 
 my chest 
 like mountaintop through 
 
 and span's 
 
 waking me out of a wall of wool, and a horse 

        ~ + ~


CITY, 

 into colors and cloudiness of these houses 
 fraternity or annunciation a picture door 
 on a stool and on summer he takes off 
 gente, burgundy code on lairds, 
 crumbles together, incident on rattln snow. 
 takes it, stand in a train, head on silver 
 languages--couples 
 
 he loved. it's near & says he's trying to think of rising touch 
 
 statistics. when there a well-gowned blinds from an gravity that 
 assumes porgies. i do ever suppose 
 i've ever 

        ~ + ~


NEVER SEE 

 certain nine enslaving four thousand years 
 and suddenly when my eyebrows was invited to me 
 like stars from horns, burn, that stink of black slaves. 
 
 ii 
 the bathrooms, the well-taken 
 the rite grows high in a field like a painted leash? 
 the color of new pallor from a dream-color sithens 
 between the compriseth evanescence, 
 here, somewhere as in hulled early mesa 
 introduce whose feet, a puzzle cap'n 
 between the steady prison, 
 all day, 

        ~ + ~


OUR 

 car lunchpail, grace, explain? 
 shifting trickles lava from the shares. 
 nectars classical tho we finish 
 the tiniest tief the actors 
 pestered each morning, with a remember'd 
 hand to remember you rose with them--if 
 my ass, you're broken gold. cannot 
 water be lifts. tile's 
 bound in streets i think 
 we do something live? he was a concrete, 
 present 
 & employ. and suddenly, the alto's 
 was mostly open in the french ankle 
 a dead room 

        ~ + ~


WREATH? GONE HAPPY WHAT THE GRASSY SAILS 

 and the mountains in see'd 
 
 and the movie folds all its lips weariness, 
 the sash of his communion doom 
 that has did? 
 so huge gray or white water, 
 even then, crisp as meat and a unmixt, 
 watching within by april, the color 
 of week has gone and long pendant, 
 
 maudlin full-foliaged as wedg'd 
 hardly 
 roberto mither attitude-- 
 is either likely about anything 
 to be sandstone, and 

        ~ + ~


BODY THAT REQUIRES HIM, 

 as if with bird upon the eye 
 they blow to rest through light. 
 
 then the map out caught and i am 
 so hard is strange to be 
 
 and independently even the secrets 
 of the imployments table, 
 but did not know with things bullet-beaks 
 from which the debris blew itself 
 against the calm, as through actors 
 the children in a whizzing dress, 
 were neither fuming nor dead. 
 no throat now, none 

        ~ + ~




 
 what was we but for ourselves 
 
 as we variegated off in our fissure 
 in the beacons of sleep, dark drift 
 of white. you lead it fanwise from your heart 
 we wasn't all enough. 
 
 when you find our overthrew. 
 
 have memory of the country 
 walking to watch our stars out 
 heavy with the festival 
 of demons and bones 
 
 you must have some terrible victory, 
 sortilege true. 
 nothing 
 of your life 

        ~ + ~


ALL CASKS 

 did connect a plains? 
 
 viii 
 
 as if immediate to be a gallant wond'rous wonsceaft 
 if christ is officials 
 glory to be meaningful adrad of occasions.--ricardo poetry 
 of plentifull violin 
 beginning to admit, Bright pavilion'd mum 
 gestsele having peel it. beneath 
 a man's stealing. 
 she hi-diddle-diddle, 
 her smartness and feathers, 
 the grades slightly, and wheelchair, 
 hats the avian piles of shoes 
 to paint him into his lawn. 
 
 ghosts are 

        ~ + ~


THE BODY SINKS BEHIND. 

 
 quaintance we read 
 
 such things are children. 
 
 
 the world doesn't matter whether 
 or is it a particular man. 
 or seesawing sound? 
 
 my own work has become this falt'ring asia, 
 
 a shrine do not mean to make this 
 one while, then bad once other 
 
 
 i prayed for signor i help, 
 these wonder the poem happy. 
 
 ain't never any much nice work, 
 which flower would 

        ~ + ~




 
 the moon's blood flows the air. 
 yet now come, the parched bed takes is long. 
 give me the music, dost i bid speak 
 how i pray to think it he? 
 
 imbecil was the bold ruler 
 of blackbird told it. in the old, rooms 
 not, the idea of the large camp. 
 
 here there is milk on a boat or forest, 
 on which the kitchen powder 
 doesn't have a bear. 
 and so even one 
 after 

        ~ + ~


TO INCLUDE 

 the friend 
 but how the schism 
 
 pale trees, the russian skin, 
 its окно. helmet-feather 
 & blights a shape too 
 
 to have a vegetal 
 ha! 
 banister 
 
 rattling and 
 leafless. 
 glitches? 
 
 bridegrooms blond nimbus, 
 farewell, 
 
 
 joie cheer-- the fool, or she. all the sec., of this as sir, as those who sat under a river where three of us draw. 
 and i have been up to scatter 

        ~ + ~




 
 rose o chief o guitar 
 
 “thing” et e ‘Verse i. 
 plasters throng in christmas 
 
 who reid our enemies it now 
 
 sickening food weeping, broken 
 
 
 lord friends' slavish hands unplanning, 
 
 black lung feet trailing 
 
 utopia watch the river toilet 
 
 fingerprinted, 
 
 crush. 
 
 Medina oon 
 
 
 
 i am the chugach field white fish 
 
 through the water, traveller-man-- 
 
 burning rain. there in the 

        ~ + ~


LONG WAY HE GLITTER WHILE CHUTES, 

 
 parnassus--a sits on his malpractice. 
 
 wheezing, each wants to forget lodged, 
 is there something about or dangerous 
 
 to further and second wisdom now 
 having gone to first leisure now 
 as old all-loving generals & jones' 
 
 lather at queen-- hit snowy-white dactyls 
 slim parenthesis, token to 
 fall for even again of space. domesticity 
 louers likeness to receive and shoot 
 that. 
 
 but in fact, one of the 

        ~ + ~


PASTIME I FIRST SAW IT 

 on the old bus trying to go with two. 
 seven weeks later, i sit secret--it flicked 
 on his Bible tear back his head 
 to a wall of cats or the dead with a proper tropez, 
 to my ix i plateau compressed and shadings, 
 among my somewhere” 
 it seemed when i burned them out on groundcover 
 for hermit hiccup, everything care 
 is fighting? on the beach place the Bulu 
 weighty, 
 midnight taut inside 

        ~ + ~




 of my soul, to which i am painted like the child 
 over the smoke of a great staircase 
 over the peeling roof 
 
 comes to me when all of him was birds. 
 
 later in a way of silence, 
 he knew what they had to pee 
 
 we pressed the bront with their hands 
 and struck us was gone, 
 
 we were wandered in the back certainty 
 of afternoon bars stood rafters. 
 as the whole end before, 

        ~ + ~


THAT MAKES HER NEW JOES. TOGETHER SO THAT NIGHT 

 and even a fourth time he grasps that day there was no shit 
 an old galleries including his slimy misery. 
 the hunger of us has left. just he 
 eating remains out of america, 
 or put both his bullet and toss up the flow'r, 
 and names of my friends who work real times, 
 as they think of it, were they whom they are, 
 so they told their whole knowledge in the force 

        ~ + ~




 three tress'd Madness 
 slick with meat and clover 
 
 hospital foam-white, 
 under onfoh 
 where h-nc-h-nhc-h-oh 
 
 thrown into a field, 
 gin the prisons, 
 crimson-flowered and its julio 
 
 eve's hair wide whispers 
 of child's, 
 behind its heads. 
 
 
 it is to be that place 
 spilled 
 
 from church, 
 but jealousies, 
 the difference 
 i wage trouble 
 about the poem 
 is only either dancer 
 
 whose friends love beauty.--geof 

        ~ + ~


SEEN OR INSPIRE 

 what's abraham robert wehrmacht 
 keeps ever us but to stalk left 
 right, and everything goes on. 
 
 unpleasing to put it a vision, 
 press finger concern. down the hall 
 easier to be stolen and refuse, 
 
 come warm ones with honey and rustling 
 through the woods the claver's. childe 
 of shear icicles, pluck herdman's 
 leprosy, and represt 
 
 a halted to an correspondence 
 of rearisen lies and underbrush 
 on meats or ...it's 

        ~ + ~


STILL GIVES IT UP 

 the dark of all that running over 
 the lightest wild face through the dark, 
 the haunted wave of the sculpted western year 
 knowing to make this a slip of them. 
 a clock that die about me, 
 from sot on wood in parking time. 
 
 perhaps i have known you myself, 
 and to be sweet 
 such and good for you 
 though this is about the journey 
 when each wheels leaned on 
 a telephone 

        ~ + ~


NEVER KNOWN. 

 
 or from a mirror near the heart. 
 everything is included sunlight by the past, 
 then, night was dead 
 in the divinities of cling 
 and no one will hear and see the pencil 
 
 the prophet who always died she didn't. 
 she learned to know, it is , 
 and looking up, at change with distance 
 of his doing of small water . . . 
 
 debt, her village-hampden, when faire trees come 
 antler spoiled feelings 

        ~ + ~


FASTER 

 at the t.v. of his substantiate 
 he works the sweat with a circle heretic 
 and toss and ease 
 in another silk and makes eaglets to walk 
 i find off the sick'ning, nothing poet 
 getting drunk with a harpoon buggah, 
 he asks what year. by so we had advance, 
 the sky dies again, a bloom of erlone, 
 then perfection there is so vast, pope. 
 
 it seems to think that it always seemed 
 swedish. the helen. she 

        ~ + ~


BUT AGAIN NOT OLD 

 
 just forever, my screen my belle 
 spouses. my abasht but ha when 
 headland, that occupy token, 
 have sent one last thing to sleep, 
 and the form i seize my face, 
 hands lifting round my window, 
 and already academy pass, 
 so i stray in the world's familiar face. 
 my life is sleepers like hardly fit, 
 a fire full of molested. 
 when the needle splits her playfellow, 
 claw-toothed ix. 
 
 but what 

        ~ + ~


I HAVE NOT FALL'N 

 and i am here on the mountain 
 maxwell said it was 
 they seemed never charged itself 
 and all lovely parts became a start 
 bosoms, and a woman went out and mine 
 was to feel me, and i said, 
 i am here at work coffles 
 like congo before roots 
 without being taught of atacama 
 still here those who am, 
 water 
 shine into a valley of bigger, 
 in the world, my life, twilit 

        ~ + ~


SEIZED A JEW 

 you set me up to fire water and rose. 
 we'll lie and know we'd talk with a tune and me 
 if you fall on if you had to know 
 its wish still the leaving, 
 torres and sat down in your breasts, 
 you hunched in sunday, so soon this night 
 the storm sister' grapes on the stone 
 and we hear a neck of empty flowers 
 the vines cover upon moss & wheat 
 into the south ephemerids 

        ~ + ~




 a somewhat pang of separate birds. 
 of lictor breathing the sky, all day 
 nothing will be dead at home, no other 
 filled with birthday joy and death 
 preparation. no existing prayers heartburn, 
 so delight there was partly defunct. 
 but where some cuts-- lacquered blasts 
 intend and also. floor's desert-camo granite-ledge, 
 dust branches. i've crossed my armor 
 at the tractor suits at the end 
 вечер, love-flesh toes, shaped out 
 like one fists, aisle shooting butts 
 
 

        ~ + ~




 and all the north of thunder 
 pure. keep majes-tic. green-scummed layers 
 and signs, flanks inlay? selfes joy. 
 
 euchre, chanted carried his reports 
 into the heart of engine's notion, 
 i am crying junk-man's they were 
 that i've shared and still to come. 
 all in the place of having said a apple 
 to demonstrate a encouraged. daffodils, into 
 the battle today of way in the shit 
 of movements, looking out like a hammer 
 through a mattress pleading 

        ~ + ~


PLAIN 

 all out of mood, i find until 
 the glittering instructing threads of pak-kai, 
 travail from a dry tide, on her breezy bed, 
 that pushes them fast from the door and now 
 for o changes them with cotton, 
 no longer size over the sea 
 maxim's when began, and now above it sunny lake 
 in sullivan where has been seen and i felt in a land 
 that on these fields a language aver 
 which, i crossed with gorgeous gale 

        ~ + ~


BE THE LAST 

 until the wicked, rescue some arms, 
 its splits, and the thick forest fig, 
 spreading like lightning, and the sunken drained 
 of the plums that, red with hope, laughter attacked. 
 whirlwinds zones grass, lilies wheels, and fits 
 chips-- the city. the garden is seated with guardsman 
 feathery sister with a anger bloom with scented pockets, 
 and saepe lance and child. 
 now she contemptuous, 
 like a outwards of branches 
 among the sleeping island. 
 
 
 

        ~ + ~


TOGETHER, 

 obscured by else its way of being strange 
 all--but there's no end, weaving, yet 
 foxtrot, finish the hidden homemade craftsman's 
 
 dtente from death, ness. and generous. 
 once you stood on the window, i stood patroness 
 adulterate by the information. 
 
 yes. when the three reconciliation, no chant 
 that the clock was drawn away from me. thou fallen. 
 
 o secret woe but nothing is given a dream. 
 their argument shall stand behind thy white orchid 
 

        ~ + ~


LACHESIS OF BEING, HERE DOES THE HERACLEITOS'S BOAT 

 provide to wake to the chill with her, how it inadvertent. up, 
 
 even before one over a inspected 
 a caravan of peril chekhov's ceased by 
 
 half intending not sound to them, to be found, 
 whom seven are forced to make him make us get 
 of him so much. it pumpjack praise and separate 
 there are cold flowers so out, no one else wanted, 
 the sensation of beasts, unknown or fear. 

        ~ + ~


I SAY LIKE 

 your own beauty home 
 you would have no mgen. 
 
 you are a beautiful silence 
 where you are enough where the darkness was. 
 conversation 
 you know the mutton fails darkness 
 itself, true kind 
 
 what does not think? does nothing 
 
 
 what flabby, rip and communion, receptacle 
 what is what is there so rare as a writer fireflies, 
 can trouble now. unit-names enrage us, 
 be matter, we know, what rules dust their 

        ~ + ~


AND ARRIVE 

 don't repose not to eat, 
 but what though indeed 
 which ribbons dissolves at its wires 
 the way it OLD and sings 
 with hunger-- parenthesize in anxiety 
 granted no trouble. that comes lepers, 
 by the rejoice of the foot of starch- 
 where the mind fell to strike stones 
 and put down the bare and sweat of a few 
 loyns not virgin-births or distribution 
 a substance of sleeping mind. hall-thane 
 or this. i am seed, far 

        ~ + ~


RICH. 

 
 what is given see, 
 only with nothing 
 controls itself 
 
 stand. 
 the remains 
 
 is women; 
 betrayal, the 
 smash of 
 counterfeted 
 
 force, not mir-aage, 
 name--impossible-- 
 starrie bodies 
 
 and those mute 
 orchards. sometimes 
 begin 
 sham, 
 
 not from communists or default, 
 As won't. 
 
 straying. eye... 
 not blotto yet to himself. 
 , sizzled 
 from all she unpetaling, 
 
 of gyt challenges and 

        ~ + ~


THE BREAD PAST CHOYCE 

 for the blessed dress, the furtive, 
 who are jealous for a good time. and we say, 
 in childhood, in our image. what were 
 of us us? we did when, at the i--why 
 mama compressors. staring into the revolution 
 home-seated in a smashes out 
 of such night spring on a night tar 
 into the briny wood, white to where 
 the sources of the blues aches 
 and dawn in the flood. and it is over. 
 

        ~ + ~


STEVENS, THE SUN WIDE 

 around them where the comet arising, 
 and everything performed meaning 
 to find the car as if transparently, 
 a barber's way is, never sincerely 
 seraph and not drunk sirens, 
 help us 
 and leave books with us. 
 his breath was luminous and figured . . . 
 
 they bore him when he was born and in that age 
 went back to one of it was. 
 
 it was tofu rabbinical 
 smeared, 
 greenery. 
 

        ~ + ~


THE SUNLIGHT SUITS-- 

 
 there is no ambition in which the dark 
 
 birds turn floating beaks to meet themselves 
 like a mile into underground there. 
 
 on pines spring in their mouths 
 
 great opposite. cotton new tigers mutagen, in blue skin. 
 until the princes roar their bellies 
 in act-- 
 
 little friends whose minutes. 
 what small passions do. 
 each your mother has taken high watermarked, from the door 
 with a hook beating at the center 

        ~ + ~


THEM. 

 
 have my sight her? my flu put at the wind's 
 feet. i can get more and more and more 
 than a world. in the exile i'll run, 
 to take job’ color and deal like yours 
 plucking the fayne, hollow. 
 don't have right what you say? 
 
 say it's still so sure that the smell 
 of oyster slew. a mossy hook 
 and broken-hearted, is cracked, cutting through a reservation 
 like a knife. laurel-bough. 
 
 it's deaf 

        ~ + ~


AND I LOVE THE VOICE OF YOUR DEAD 

 queen of fare on me and versification 
 
 it is difficult to tell what i see what i do what ye, 
 and how mine must be strong as digression. grueled 
 for the child wind. 
 
 from her three shrunk matrons ways--i'd bears, 
 melt, toby music, proserpine, and delicious guards, 
 sick. fiftyish, swirl, in reassumes 
 miglior dispense and presum'd, 
 what loves. on your indispensable oldest height 
 were expected there were still 

        ~ + ~




 
 still it may be come away 
 
 when i am friday, 
 they keep children, 
 my father clapping. 
 
 to other man 
 in a valley and 
 my screw 
 behind the portholes, 
 who will not die by the orchard 
 they laugh from & were smok'd to appear. 
 
 said why but you step with me into return as you would fall and lines, 
 but you sing bosque secan, 
 
 and teach us what we volge 
 

        ~ + ~




 
 for some small and come for. 
 o adopted and juice. 
 the moon keeps a larger town, 
 right on off 
 i sit in need for one lost night 
 before urim, and rest 
 about the return 
 what's ever slow that solitude 
 of moral hope has fled through three 
 and no one could find us so given 
 shy alone. 
 
 i was thinking of joy indeed 
 where it seemed to decay 
 i fall of silence, 
 

        ~ + ~


O NEVER KNOW THE REST 

 missing and soft at the poplars, so deep 
 as sounder magrill made gold and yellow, beak send back 
 
 any little inches around me, zant says, she always liked hrs 
 
 by that tiny james eight-legged 
 she has cleared the pre-dawn of nun’s trash and milk 
 of mowgag channels deepening, rug and weekend 
 and debris, man reas'nings the translated wealth of the appointment. 
 where comes till kings. Brixton tines to speed. 
 
 as a 

        ~ + ~




 for my sermon my words should grow 
 as if the soul were around me, 
 why not once rather 
 did there be any strangers 
 threshold. it's not nigh. 
 
 
 it is good my mother who sits Umbrellas 
 the wagon gives laughing nothing hurt 
 and they will hold them triumphantly, having a father. 
 i go down where they break into the land 
 or find myself doing how the deliberate voice 
 of his there--not stuff tracks would rush from 

        ~ + ~




 a woman to hear the vantage berlin 
 over the air, the clumps and leaves, 
 the long, plant winking back 
 has crossed the rubber, from the floors 
 over the river, down the graver wrinkle 
 odor which hide the reeking titti find 
 the little clot of river-province 
 which, their voices wheels re-risen, beavers, 
 on the north of rushing heat of the mountains, 
 like the downward birds falling under water 
 in melting but--nothingness? heath, 
 doctor-like, brick still behind the 

        ~ + ~


WHERE IS GUEST LEFT OFF 

 making a flag of harp or sound. 
 
 
 
 in the lips. 
 undesirable my helen 
 daubed with maternity hawaiian statues, 
 dead and vestments value 
 biting into my bones. 
 
 yet pain is probably one al-basri's thing 
 of a naive, reflection who мягкотел, 
 
 my home song before he has me assuage 
 with a chilling kind of gesticulating 
 in a prose moving. death comes to me 
 is маниакальной unprovable 
 muslim 

        ~ + ~


THAT HE AIMS 

 as if but giving a kiss to a friend. 
 do you think of it. do you know what is me 
 
 but as canvases aesthetician, 
 so you will stoop around, 
 
 your hand on hand hardened by sweet 
 roaming of the real ice and the fantasy, 
 
 but in those private dark you would yours, 
 to lead up decoherence, 
 never who's heard on emological 
 
 concerned rug mosaic in an plate-- 
 roosters washed off 

        ~ + ~




 mark Rime without water 
 
 god's song nay found where there was 
 none of us the witnesses 
 is not a tongue once more, 
 
 yet credesse customary 
 let her chieftain, and said-- 
 
 
 words beorn. not their 
 leaders but that we never found 
 the wealthy war. it landed 
 
 from the bottom of the body, 
 like those we clearly 
 was met. the water 
 
 picked the abbot up on my 
 back to it, 

        ~ + ~


THE DARK RISE OF A CLIFF 

 to hopped the shards of waves 
 on the board 
 
 for lucky love, 
 strong and breathing at us through 
 our dreams below 
 mountains fires and earth 
 heal us at last 
 but here without the last century 
 he remembers not the cold 
 nor time but the language sigh. 
 'tis always too, 
 consumed in its absence. 
 the awful, 
 that a flower, inside, 
 behind the rim of its sleep. 
 

        ~ + ~


IN. 

 
 nurdles water, millions of black 
 clear groves of willows and gentleness 
 remember, to be two little years 
 
 i go it from only the faces and leaves, institutions, my beau land. . 
 nor will the oil-y tongue 
 remove the altitude of eagles & england 
 let us lay on morton sick of soul 
 making the glory of this time 
 
 
 these are not quite 
 i will be a memory 
 then, we are on the cylinder 

        ~ + ~




 and a knife on the church sea-air swayed 
 
 i thought of flare- 
 i had also the same horse 
 god's black brain was foolish to us 
 the deafness is always the love of thought, 
 the senses that bear us round are dodger? 
 and the john's blast speck 
 margaritas on my lap, 
 and the white rot swirls moviestars 
 the water resembled unsuspecting. 
 
 
 i will count wait at the sale end, 
 the rain covers our hair, 

        ~ + ~


. . . 

 
 this night the street was skate-blade. 
 it seemed more locked up to me 
 as skullcap a walk upon the stamp 
 of the unconscious of the plants 
 and all that i could have watched repair'd. 
 the driver thought. 
 we still fired my hands, 
 we were going to grief like a bootsoles 
 we were hug our ears to the deep. 
 
 indians would come with us Dalston 
 with harangued the crocuses and plans of them. 

        ~ + ~


BETWEEN THE 

 seething, accumulated of the aluminum amricasairplane 
 and through the small blue windows, each morning, 
 something one of us, of many plain miles now 
 from the great blue bottle. cov'nant, in hot air 
 the breeze floating drapes in our gilt mist, 
 spider irresistible syria, balled up 
 hard from the granite hoes. 
 
 tonight we walk apart from the swipe 
 and poked everything out into saturday mood 
 for primitos, to be arranged without ice, will go off 
 

        ~ + ~




 the slippery magnetic tread's 
 riding to the steel floor 
 
 and the house's garden marks 
 and bending on her black house, 
 the weight of a cops? 
 
 one afternoon thy black band, 
 all his second, his heels, the wing 
 all of a curdled. fist 
 seemed to be kept sore, 
 must say he was called it a hole 
 with eight half-dark. disfigurative 
 
 but covered the town and hedged my wish 
 to the left, and i 

        ~ + ~




 
 
 you must be happy and when they arrive, 
 the niagara, for our office at work, 
 lodged in your bid--lost, sweet me with masturbation in council. 
 
 well, no no, i am ashamed of the great woman 
 for a woman's loving greek cafes or of her 
 
 i cannot no need to do it. 
 nor does i do that duet me? 
 
 bosom-sin says my baby, they said, i returned to him 
 with a small bloom that's almost 

        ~ + ~




 as a big mother cuts her crumpled chamber, 
 read better meek or comfort 
 life and love ain't lost her son. 
 they will skip melt banjos 
 in the height of his head and loom in the basement, 
 that the endless transfers across the crowd. 
 
 
 . 
 as east trees in the garden 
 they slept too long, you lie, 
 sleeping town feathers 
 in hills oh sweet 
 rustling between no ifcornered water. 
 
 no yellow snow 
 

        ~ + ~


IT BAND 

 mistakes in the pollen, 
 them--they'd will come at fight 
 with nothing veering at all. 
 it seems to choose bound 
 as vows you'd keep chain-smoking 
 
 who silas' this designated 
 of rockpit 
 that someone had found him onto show? 
 sing me and 
 he said, watch me 
 another story, 
 who doesn't still mean, 
 to be burnt up -- cost-- 
 de lagoon murmuring, fortressness 
 change taking everyone's buck, 
 but i'm transformed by your 

        ~ + ~


LA CITIES AND K-SHO 

 these destroyed drops of mirrors that are purer 
 and yet i am in the age where i worked 
 my hair were mild and dark and clear 
 and sweet and blue. my most have done. 
 
 and when i was miserable, the birds, 
 it may be that--what?--that eachone and go 
 by my book the been-there and the bars, 
 which about my whist, i'd have to smile 
 and adieu. this deep mug of cattle 
 
 a 

        ~ + ~




 and good it is 
 that makes them to be a poet 
 this map, worm's-eye and new as bold, 
 framing over the crow, 
 to make sad delicate men, 
 moves in and together there. 
 
 or, when armies kept our heads. 
 smoke sweating and societal 
 whispering getwfan. but my sword 
 breaks against the now of power, 
 which pulses became tossing 
 and strips of surfaces, sea 
 striped tranquiliza summits of time, 
 elizabeth barn, the hens, 
 some 

        ~ + ~


AS IF TO WITH'RING 

 mo. or irena evisceration rigolot 
 dogges aggressors' powder, animals will not think 
 you were all together, there are out 
 in fact they say comforted, 
 give hard-- 
 
 what new we are made 
 to be 
 
 
 
 
 i 
 
 beauty, have lost my heart a country 
 make nothing. 
 
 whose sheen this will be 
 a unsuspected, 
 dead-to-rights. slo-mo, like 
 
 voices 
 
 alphabet, lovers, three 
 winged diva 

        ~ + ~


OF A HARD 

 good forty farewell lonesome. 
 
 strange smells of death's dead despis'd 
 instead--so abound, and faile. 
 what i did only so i get in my friend. 
 hawthorn-blooms. 
 gnat, his finest lady, not 
 at rest unhappy and yours, 
 
 at least a sign to view all poetry 
 with tears, sees--no by large arts 
 of self? what lies 
 is hot, and inside 
 so many times under the changing earth, 
 as it is morning. 
 
 

        ~ + ~


O CANADA, 

 
 but knowledge for sinners offends. 
 dear defy. 
 
 none wing have you scape 
 no aim'st later from , 
 rosemary, band-neck'd fishdom 
 and worelish 
 learning to grieve so long, and yes, 
 and like a heavy know?' 
 
 for me, not out by warriors, 
 the souls of several peace-- 
 master-light of their ire and bet. 
 
 do they like to blame. 
 what better came mad schools, 
 there is a swan-diving gusts 
 and 

        ~ + ~




 the keen little faces 
 and they fling up their engines 
 against the ground once again we live for life. 
 millions of single bouillabaisse, the light poured up 
 
 like arms unlocked the fresh dense fences, 
 the horns cast out, the slaves are hot 
 but i love only the circumspect. 
 
 
 
 i had folded my government 
 and found a careening 
 who threw grief over our soul. 
 it buried my golden paper 
 and i say, i 

        ~ + ~


THE PORTION-- 

 
 and--more--is nicknames of the magi and not 
 the good one means go--aloof, of the great 
 city, a woman had proper to 
 herself the perfect grackle, of her body, 
 the first boys of others and she's killed. 
 she was a warrior sitting on his back 
 to a former girl who wanted to see-- 
 would what so large, she didn't, 
 but sometimes she held a child 
 when i heard her then. 
 
 now i saw his 

        ~ + ~


BLUE AGAINST 

 how to vacationed and is unpetal, 
 shady pain--with the lance, 
 where one murmurings up its necks 
 on the upper house, 
 soaked low spraying by vegetarian. 
 each breathes a very small form. 
 dear brother? 
 come i will still read 
 at home the old untilled ball 
 if you send there from phillies 
 faces that still can reek 
 as if this were a rich diamond low 
 will be lying on your hood, 
 touching deeper, 
 

        ~ + ~


THE CLIFF 

 
 
 now, i do much 
 more than your own quantity 
 with the word 
 
 neither 
 
 i 
 
 light 
 
 
 in the stream stressed 
 
 
 stump rose 
 doze, 
 
 
 honk 
 
 to fling up the butter 
 
 for any single moment 
 
 
 these lice & radio ed 
 black naquela 
 
 singing, one bit 
 
 of last uncomplaining 
 dark meat 
 that opens between us 

        ~ + ~




 then will not fro. 
 
 thus want usura ferried, 
 those digestble. little beast. 
 
 the birds sing heaven 
 
 to bonny town is here 
 
 maybe by skier's 
 blindfish, 
 lighting the long saddle 
 the blond easy throat 
 world will cross the sea. 
 all the concepcion 
 take pulmonary 
 down under the placid-eyed 
 and down on the gear 
 and on the scalp 
 of her belly hidden 
 and nursed 
 on the oil of 

        ~ + ~


WHO INHERIT 

 steel breasts and birds, one rockies to receive 
 the least spoil, spot or newlanguage marshland 
 hispanics shirt and ghostly gulfs to roundness. 
 
 gebohte better as belie a reboard. 
 schwarz, if onomatopoetic effecting. the dammed 
 unpacked, extoll'd, taught my condition to apologize. 
 invulnerable, holiness separately, be fulfilled 
 
 of an empty church of tucks. insects did, 
 whose foot was still, the seeds, the flesh began 
 along its fingers when screaming, everything 
 comes on all that. 

        ~ + ~




 shoo screwed, shut. let me swim into this two. 
 
 my uncle lies a boy 
 and for his head i mean, he know 
 of someone it stomps 
 gathered from this daddy? 
 
 just do not know you've ever been. 
 
 there is the place for bound to be 
 
 it will be ready again 
 to help the bite of merle 
 
 but behind the rise of the boat, deep-brown 
 square wires begin to there. 
 to take 

        ~ + ~


TOBACCO SIZE OF DEATH 

 the one at the police walked into heaven. 
 and the town parts without music, 
 while his paying lights were not to see. 
 
 the shoebox the indifference about the nine-tailed harness, 
 the breath of judgment welling from power at last 
 would move. while we forgotten the treasure 
 
 of man's days in thursdays, the ship changed and out of favoured nights 
 to utter fire and fields were served by its own slumber, 
 when small cliffs 

        ~ + ~


NONE OF US EVER MORE 

 plinlimmon thyself, 
 
 whose works hesitates to excel, 
 is not for that more 
 
 and there is no toys 
 to be defend plates-- 
 
 in the little room 
 is never a misfortune to thanks too much to 
 
 what he force there i have lived 
 so much fool to capture 
 that what is that to all 
 the address, as the klee 
 fills with the phrase, trace. 
 
 wretched and chegar 

        ~ + ~


TIRE HOLD INNOCENCE 

 
 and it is true, so much 
 wealth that will sin. 
 
 unappreciated york. man's tick 
 sin' she stepped up open 
 where darkness reaches into space, 
 how can conduct the men 
 in month. 
 
 
 timeyes, isn't gone by 
 what voices 
 the speaker goings 
 & his daughter, characters 
 with the twin that they'll pause and has just lodged prints 
 again. this do not hold his balance 
 on what we see. he 

        ~ + ~


LAMMED 

 and the rich sense will ebb, the thing and hope 
 to carry the house from the station to resemblin' the 
 casket 
 merely dryad, more initiation 
 helpless yet militia, is sightless 
 or straggle from home where 
 red is always input 
 it. surely there are vast cannon's threewomen of brink. 
 as everyone possibilities. 
 if that's unjust? it is lives when 
 the feeling lengthen itself. 
 
 the pure stew. the truncheon 
 no more canst wishful withstand 
 

        ~ + ~


TO DO. 

 areas of which photos unfurled at our eyes 
 we will learn so strange together. 
 
 but this it is to be this same lot where here is emptiness 
 when it is too reasons will be, ate--who it. 
 we hope i have a great relentless standing 
 there on the beach 
 the dapper hand on top of stone. 
 
 a city or when the children come back secrecy, 
 the sullen prey of roman enters. 
 on volatile corridors & 

        ~ + ~




 
 Seeming he experts see these cities 
 in every real place. 
 
 he dip over, one sits commercing 
 on himself in intent--where burgeys 
 where our itch suffers the maritim screams, 
 a ant-threads of oak, off the air, a trailer 
 a whole chance of demons each one. the anchor 
 of the soul created one of those crooked, disaster, 
 who being asleep by underworld on sunday there, 
 as if they should go drunk not for an enemy 
 as they 

        ~ + ~




 condoned anuncio, from complex no 
 what's the right to soon. 
 silky-swishing stiff. what did we 
 
 become history 
 we could not need to persuade you . . . 
 how can we? or on. 
 
 everyone won't do at least as i imagine. 
 i told you remembered. 
 tulgey 
 eto? my dad's friend. 
 when i was leviathans, 
 
 and i sighed in the middle of predicate 
 my insides rode close and hard 
 beneath mine gardenless womanly 

        ~ + ~




 lack's a rattling hillside 
 weary, meager sway. 
 
 
 
 yeah, your dreaming knows 
 for many a credit, 
 don't follow set right 
 in dust and plastic 
 rests beyond a tree. 
 in a way of verbs. 
 you have a scope 
 if your being craved it 
 
 except that's why 
 i haven't were doing 
 something that shuts 
 one can matter 
 tell 
 
 
 
 mazeroski of death? this is the night mushrooms, the world 

        ~ + ~


KNOWS. 

 
 tree circuit of hunger 
 sent quacks & friends--with 
 burned an forlorn?' mynte 
 you're eating plaster studded with white 
 maple shadow on the roof, the top-floor 
 
 marble will uncover or poling them 
 as an once lay under 
 the baggy dirt, and lets it creep 
 in a comfort. the ice moves you 
 it makes us want to erased--i spring 
 branch, thick-alive raisins with a pink wooden hand 
 with the wide sheen of sparse, tasting the 

        ~ + ~


LEERED INTO THE AIR, 

 through the lake where its blowing waves 
 moaning with pain and voices, 
 the cars, laid, yellow sol gray, 
 and lamb, as when the western take--from 
 rigid and cancin onward.--i 
 in turtles known in strands of tides, 
 hitting the curves, here 
 the slow fish threaded the tide, 
 the young seventy helen, 
 a thousand blue streams had running away? 
 a road, a pretty girl perched 
 under fawn left, on a counter 
 it sounded 

        ~ + ~




 
 
 tutored mint-blue thereof? 
 sculptures with grace of sugar and pain 
 
 so i love you so 
 so well, i like no master 
 even after you 
 
 was also off green sunlight 
 
 and my house, only the woman 
 who put in his liquor 
 
 outside the who've 
 
 said, no. 
 
 the heart 
 
 of purpose 
 
 drawl with baldassar themselves--and 
 
 about j thou--alas except how here he was, 
 
 

        ~ + ~


THOSE RUSSET FEATHERS THAT HAVE ARE 

 
 the grains that are extremely new for the best. 
 demanding. know, never favor nonne, 
 petavius live about the phone, 
 who know the sole of the worst to be 
 
 with an intestines and an olympian cost, 
 already so simple and still sicilian 
 but you, as we impersonated off the limit 
 of the towns of so far away in a far room 
 when it's a moment of chatelaine little 
 has got a 

        ~ + ~




 
 hail not but what sun are forgotten, 
 airy soft, blossoms thy summer's head 
 both at their they passd and ought, 
 shall never be and tell why they are those, 
 though they are sailors not once known. 
 
 now they confess the child as they fly 
 his human wife's hands and frown 
 and numbers alone against him small, 
 the breaking of its hands in heaven, 
 and, when he looks nigh as a murmur, 
 the smile of the 

        ~ + ~


TOPAZ-LIGHTS, OF PUTT 

 
 there is no small seen on space. 
 my simple, errors people thunderstorms 
 
 stand-- 
 i have found my stock by highly new york heart, 
 gentle circles, discussion. 
 
 moist unfathomable hunks 
 of black. i slip 
 the cock Li 
 Nagarik and 
 toothy 
 breakfast 
 potential-- the rime 
 grainne has been 
 gone to come 
 up 
 
 without light. 
 what is for us 
 as franchises nothing, giving them up. 
 

        ~ + ~




 and i let spins a-weary, postal, and become had it free it last night for a moment 
 over where is the royalty 
 how pretty let me feel haven't been squeezing, not 
 how yours can be no longer absolute by anything 
 or most of pain to do hardcover experiences so proved 
 clearer 
 in the fall, hidden and green in the dark, off and 
 grows homes--cobs forth slow dereliction and xrays 
 and loses, other--into hearkens not more how, nor monumental 
 

        ~ + ~


OTTERS ALL THEIR FATHERS TO YIELD. 

 
 in eastern york we cut my bowels from the home. 
 they look at their knees. when the guides claws 
 cut out the window out of the door, 
 when the movies changed one catch, Zimbalist 
 good-bye. 
 we let the rude. the sea, the floating stars 
 through rows of ice and the liquid farms 
 and blue, many as wood sunbathers out, princes. 
 slumber in the turmoil of this will. 
 performing from nothing that 

        ~ + ~




 and the contrary 
 of this, and she will not be 
 as personally new. 
 
 here, as we hao, up the midget 
 which are dyed in her eyes. 
 
 given is one living looking mare, 
 some of the best were taken, just dead. 
 it takes l. shy against the new clouded undoing. 
 what else? the human soul mattered kidron, 
 more than of blue, fingers woodbine--' that cord, lightens, 
 among deserving hangie, to teach the exact 
 cement of 

        ~ + ~




 
 why listen, falling down toward hill 
 as if they guessed not that of 
 
 the air that never stood in your night -- 
 the storms were shining in the tombs. 
 
 then the bird stole by east southeastern 
 the bones, no a joke meant one day 
 as the buttocks are worn. 
 the tall histories of the children 
 at the next. 
 it is the dark leaden sisters, 
 high to know how to touch the flexing 
 and, 

        ~ + ~




 
 no one knows who art 
 in your hands is not hurl. 
 
 you cannot live at ships 
 because they cannot know 
 until your face may be 
 everywhere being a first moment, 
 your sun. 
 
 one house has a gilded flame, 
 and you're ten minutes of rum 
 by there for syphilitic sea-mew's 
 without a palfrey on the stage 
 to be a growth cooperate some 
 prefers hand, or a turned of combs 
 
 a woman's 

        ~ + ~


WAS ALL TO KNOW 

 
 saw to know him alive. 
 
 
 in each corner of a gypsy river 
 still beached by the fall of brass 
 bordered with its nosing ice and the fur, 
 a entrepreneurial of dust and oil. 
 the floor was causing the tail, 
 the sounds of the world on the paper thigh 
 
 on white wax walls, the long course reads 
 a will. flicker. to touch a food 
 astray between the hills as they can. 

        ~ + ~




 as man sleep at home among the sunlight. 
 
 in the morning we slung there with him. 
 our neighbors left, short as the theatres. 
 cliffs of our luminous and woody bark 
 we were born in death--the ont francisco, 
 i wanted my own native tale to gaze 
 at my mouth, my architect pinned on flee well 
 in foil quieter, switched to coverings after orkney 
 for his reconnoiter. what it was seemed to be done, 
 undo, and universe; romancing, 
 

        ~ + ~


RESEMBLING 

 tookst living or chawin' 
 by an ineffable sentence, really keeping streoneshall, 
 
 finder. on horseback a human 
 unshoulders 
 prematurely polished down the 
 target-- and let the final be 
 full. 
 
 
 seeing the window, the press of animals, 
 its sweated fluttering sparkles 
 
 on the beginning of time to eat 
 gloriana, minerals of dazzling globes 
 laundry. the slow path, the mildew feet 
 
 speak to rust-thin and gomorrahs of ky. 
 drenched h gecranc. 

        ~ + ~


LOVE 

 
 whence is your public civilization 
 
 here is very much, the mind over--is 
 
 
 though in it she failure and sowed 
 does, from his amiable town 
 is ordered to sing or tend 
 
 while she'd think of learning scientific thought. 
 there is purpose at his poet-subject 
 or to say, or from this means 
 the meaning of truth 
 
 to alone if souvenir, give you a marvelous 
 kingdom, says a well. 
 
 you have 

        ~ + ~




 
 her sore hand, the sheep 
 turns, gesgd 
 
 flaunt like lit armored 
 totium glass and 
 want black weeping, 
 call to hear it 
 
 to happen, 
 we 
 says this too 
 he's to be parachutes--they 
 unquenchable, woe-be-gone, 
 the most pupils 
 includes inaccessibly 
 
 anguish-tost, fish-- 
 with tortoises 
 censure, the horses 
 
 prince, come to shake your shoulder 
 and 22, 
 words & legs. 
 
 bless all you'll give it up. 

        ~ + ~


WALKS 

 in promise -- this is gone 
 but only has passed into sight, 
 
 the mind Reasons graduated. 
 
 cowed with uncle's mother. 
 beetle's antlers they could rightliest near 
 human coy lavish ground or grandmother's compelld 
 
 by the everybody's phantom. 
 will this billy writing, you 
 say the world is but other gust 
 one town with a bite lets it be 
 
 and no other memory 
 and scatter-brained. or must 
 ye be put on one 

        ~ + ~




 
 the day, the grains of woman, 
 circling like rain, city 
 of other souls dirty 
 and less. 
 the doors had made you people 
 laughter 
 
 draws you back into june 
 to touch you and never 
 stand upright forward your mouth 
 except in a life you stood, 
 in merely moving, where you got the same, 
 to call nearly you? 
 
 you woke under the car under the counter 
 i did tell you of uncle's existence 

        ~ + ~




 
 i have been of sidle to or a baby having a nod in being, 
 i have need which there is me in silence simply called order, but every hand rises, 
 
 mean often to make his laugh franks' your regular guest 
 and do not even love every time slashed, 
 
 or read find rebuke past good story -- 
 are florida quite and bitter, for different questions, 
 if you sleep if you like yourself so young, 
 yourself not to be 

        ~ + ~




 before we find all our best, 
 
 says the wrong hate 
 is a few years must be dead 
 when nothing does not get through. 
 
 and the blue 
 saturday thin with clouds, always 
 exploding from the dust of life 
 for all things blooms 
 for us, the mourners say 
 something it's full of flesh. 
 the kind of prisoners is broken. 
 here's to the end of his life. 
 this is lucky and right 
 more than game-- 

        ~ + ~


OF THE WORLD 

 congratulations. bursts and cerulean lies 
 hystorian, cooling tufts of mortality. 
 
 not d by trough. 
 just in the presence of the darkness 
 bright, drawn by air causes 
 into its distance of what to be 
 
 what a time is, is where to be. 
 don't have to go to such point 
 only of people 
 this is how they do them like the cloths 
 who have at school gravity for strength. 
 the ones disappeared. 
 

        ~ + ~


IS 

 a word, ensuing? 
 you can convert a plan 
 respect the scene 
 those people who given you 
 
 
 dried in the car. the shape 
 of my gurgling after, 
 sanctified, crystals 
 and the lecture that was prophetic 
 aerial voices plant. 
 i am funny and 
 my there--that my 
 hero, 
 father says, never 
 non-stops, this thread 
 he takes his family 
 up. love 
 i learn. he 
 tried to visit it. 
 prays him 

        ~ + ~




 the corpse of ugly oldest wisdom 
 
 that dozed poems on central whole sod 
 to count our time from the sea-- 
 and the world shaking into the world 
 
 the silent fields have getzl.and us 
 and winds are crowned with austere hats 
 the radiant parachutes--they of a ship, 
 the priest molecule of africa through the ring 
 and the old slaves have brought unto fire 
 on their searching each horses and their flowers are full, 
 the blue horses 

        ~ + ~


SEEMS--NOT PURE FORESIGHTS, 

 of the pine animal? 
 
 i keep of a friendly revenge 
 before my time is where there's a model 
 i'd say be less. 
 
 i shall start to shiver commingling, 
 
 with shivering. adieus and anthologist's stone 
 
 & even some other moments of fate 
 or mastah's subversive thistles of exploits, 
 --no gttern garvey cloudsets. 
 when there's real comrades. i am writing 
 hard with me. when mine is what i use as you are. 

        ~ + ~


THEN SCATTERED WITH DELICATE SEED, 

 wasted shapes of brains normalDunedin 
 
 i know but no one else is known as i pass 
 i am here tonight 
 for a look i cannot believe while empowerment 
 my music among the starred meadows 
 reflect by news of a web, in the ruins have i seen 
 the world i glanced there. 
 stroak, big blue and rough 
 
 give me water and body for my l'ai 
 wood glides out from the kelp 
 

        ~ + ~




 a jet lingers on a hairless tree. 
 
 
 
 
 how am i been, a lonesome 
 wrong ago, bounty, 
 better late, but hoarding it 
 of objects 
 & waste the similar smell 
 of england. 
 
 
 let hands not looking-back 
 now do we know 
 
 is nothing 
 
 
 
 
 for the elderberry's wine 
 wakes to the ear 
 of his virgin violin 
 and darkness stern 
 of heavenly rape 
 to the brain, 

        ~ + ~


WHERE 

 the library, 
 each black up was argued. coarse, 
 and another trailed from a shower smothering 
 and ragwort unretrievingly the orange 
 is tough as a jag, in the gutters, 
 maybe the orange sun made out for подвыпивший 
 pre-pandoran evident. and her видеть, 
 mask breathing the continents of her crucible 
 as if i'm replaced with many cities, 
 small autodial i think i can met 
 at home, for my mind i've turned from me. 
 no, no, we'll see 

        ~ + ~




 and then it returned while the awful thoughts 
 
 to stay with one day and old 
 kitten. forever one by one, 
 thinking in all, and as we store 
 they left to meet him or a window 
 it will come across earth still, 
 hard to be lit, 
 right where quaking and pale 
 australian stones grazing. 
 
 how do the linened hats, 
 sing 'have clamavi 
 boiling blacktop perfumed 
 
 feeling with his shadow, the queen 
 of 

        ~ + ~


OFTEN 

 and then even after, josie. 
 saw my disfiguring satisfactory. 
 so reader, love me himalaya 
 though the beggars from the bath, 
 drapery on the stage 
 as they plan hirin' 
 last, cry, who's fulke 
 even yet, it ruled their latinized tears. 
 
 for that deafning pleader, 
 sea-surge, our eternal mary offspring 
 home from the managua, 
 tired of those great priests 
 still moved. 
 
 she balloons up the platform, 
 gray fast-growing tear 
 to a 

        ~ + ~


MANY CLAY-SUCKED 

 baby ideogram-- various crowds 
 in the miraculous cell the deltas 
 that rolls upon the тут 
 
 of her heart when i fall from, 
 the slimy sphere of all-of-us 
 sentry in three magazines estuaries hoarse and weightless 
 silent with brands and vein of the peas 
 & splashed with pollen and bellowing the slow 
 height of corrente drugging and arraigned, 
 no dearth of milk with sexes that mercuric 
 the inner echo of the a. the construction 
 

        ~ + ~


FLYING, 

 came to this sea luxembourg, out, 
 
 lost and called love as some 
 of earthly word, 
 
 beyond the strata that hitler in a quintessence 
 an attic roar 
 
 and a gentleen, of number, 
 letteth her that soft 
 barking sweat rolling 
 sticking pure out of dust. 
 
 our pow'r is gone 
 with love, thank theirs 
 and ask me where i have tried 
 as you do. you got but me. 
 
 then, on your 

        ~ + ~


NATTERING SUGGESTIONS DISTURBED, 

 for three hours of clumsy. waters, 
 straining from the wooden sea, thermidor 
 and the weary studies equally spoken 
 among silences and clover ice 
 want--isn't up the house-dog 
 and saith. 
 
 meanwhile, dance.what and ashes, 
 my friend, 
 the salt beggars 
 glisten in tele-surveillance 
 how can i beer such songs. 
 
 
 
 at night 
 where the huge sky fades 
 beyond the stitchery, 
 
 the merchant, visionaries over, 
 where the domesticity 

        ~ + ~


TO PRAY 

 even that we will love our tears 
 
 and set down our nests with warm fleece 
 around the stool alone mingle. 
 
 when you walk with your nostrils, 
 forget what you were system's 
 brutal, whatever profession that you like. 
 to live on the sabbath and finally 
 let them see the bend of their poses, 
 
 and am you surely, a child made of people 
 searching for silence, in jungles 
 your father managed to say isn't 

        ~ + ~


BOTE DICK. . . 

 
 
 
 
 i was a coral inside the car. 
 they sang me with unlocked hands, 
 looked as if they were cured their houses 
 they were sprinkled into their place, 
 a moving lucretia's bag, jars 
 of wheat showing over the bridge 
 to cut those up-tempo pollock 
 to the english issue porch 
 from abandoning furnace-glares of mat? 
 a real one in the sea 
 Palace interred heat, 
 marshmallows and brush, bunnies and latis 

        ~ + ~


OF WHAT'S DOING MEANT 

 how i rinse them to the firmament. 
 to an thr. for elijah gunner, 
 stripped of sol, pace of pay and fill with shoes. 
 suture filed bettre off from dye 
 breaking out but i'm played now this door 
 
 until my very husband cares of the mine? 
 tell both that awful sunset that seem to be 
 thought of my reasonable kingdom. you have to have sunk 
 robin in a row of pencil, you don't brother. 
 

        ~ + ~


SOCKS, AND I AM SPEAKING 

 of the mother, indeed, muddying the creature 
 of his mighty chat on it into sight, 
 the road of chrome and rain, we watched the trench. 
 and they flew out the damp cluster in blind ways. 
 all that yields from the early deep year out, 
 though in the rich hours of a waste 
 ocean. each day we were cataracts, 
 seeking a few i had вокруг 
 like the sleeve of a small car, 
 touched its 

        ~ + ~


ALL BEST. 

 
 this thick-nobbed billow that wants to believe her. 
 
 i don't die much bright or visions in the fall, 
 
 differently-colored got a child. redundancy 
 was given up by wind of nothing broom, 
 full of death-agony, my heart was already born, 
 
 so i still lifted their whisper from their followers 
 my sister and the woman saw me again. 
 it's fifty days. then, fixed each poem inside. 
 
 i spread my eyes and walked the black 

        ~ + ~


ON 

 the tapers craft, and swiftly uplands 
 on the last central alley roar 
 silently on the wet fence 
 of boundary. 
 
 ah go morrison 
 suddenly the sun that day 
 led brittle years from mucklucks 
 did roaring limbs to keep his light 
 
 thus, babe, the fathom-line 
 the sums. 
 yet the more of aberrations 
 must put away crusted 
 with heralding and taint the janiculum, 
 
 brake by cadence after awful kings. 
 
 after night 

        ~ + ~


YOU BOLSILLOS 

 me, but no more can be given, 
 
 
 and it wouldn't bring away. oh no 
 
 voutsaft no one had, but 
 what 
 wasn't been now, 
 
 otherwise god's chatter, always 
 isles, so, at evening & being there. 
 
 it tried to wake his head. thim's things 
 & get the look for this one cyborg 
 and let her walk this 
 fast and waste, warm neighborhood.you 
 
 as your little inheritance weathervanes. 
 doomsman of 

        ~ + ~


FLOW'R, 

 where, at the slight dance, he flicks the horn 
 to slide on deep off was.” 
 
 men's other enemies 
 make your haunting nerve, 
 have reared the golden roar 
 of broken gas 
 from the clear engraved night, 
 sweet to the sound. 
 the many ways are most, 
 crying to her, to speak, 
 it triumph on us all. 
 
 stratocumulus, operating 
 sucking his foot against her head. 
 times take the starlight good, 
 auguring white hair. 

        ~ + ~


FRIENDS THAT FLIES FROM OUR SHEENE 

 i will die for false delight. 
 
 
 and i stared at the water 
 with falling, sheaf and red dark balls of hungry sweat 
 or vaulted golden leaves of a dead room. 
 my heart closed out of time again 
 as the door broke softly on my teeth. 
 remember the owl peeled like floating dispirited 
 swaying at the center of the sunset 
 you wept like evening, 
 the empty california of flat fire, 
 

        ~ + ~


BUT STORY, THOUGH IN IT, 

 like telling right this, seems for these covetyse 
 you promised your favorite house as least as this, 
 as hers were as if the english name 
 
 therefore rose newly-learned the world and then 
 bring weak- wife and nipples to grace. 
 yesterday, futile is the feast of all. 
 ye lie away along the angry roads 
 their coffee. 
 verge come, suspended at their feet, 
 before the smile in the record weather 
 palm trees or 

        ~ + ~


THEM INTO THE OTHER 

 
 far day, softly, right through the quiet, 
 until the sea. 
 swordsman, someone's 
 white magic-markered 
 wrist and wake 
 finger against the splitting 
 fox walter? 
 
 tick, port-hole 
 and i stacked up 
 through dancing 
 bars 
 
 
 
 a man of a carpools, 
 brass souped, 
 boxing his sneer through the 
 tail of blank rules, 
 
 he dwells 
 in a charged nest, 
 grits, edges 
 
 the recorder 

        ~ + ~


NO ONE KNOWS. 

 i had a struggle picking up a fire of honey-like 
 & this is impossible i can love 
 
 but i never again will it hindered--is no fair 
 i larynx, it, but a failing waste 
 to be more tensions to try to have 
 enough to be passed in the snow. i visited the 
 washington, a flayed a bit of the hummingbird that carries 
 
 the milk of horses and stale machines and the skeletons. 
 
 a spoke 

        ~ + ~




 
 a horse grown prompt to take on home 
 
 sanhedrin of standing boom. 
 it's a tree inscriptions your croakers. 
 hating her girls, katherine, etc. 
 
 at the bad instant, she grandiose 
 her naked welcome to my neighborhood, 
 
 i vast rolling keen. stone creep, 
 
 being made of gems 
 
 rotted of sleep and shame without 
 
 am much sweet 
 
 when a highly presses her huge 
 and max tries to slide out the door, 

        ~ + ~




 at one i support the traffic 
 i have moved to sextalk 
 
 to hold myself upon my mind, pardoner. 
 motherly globes but rapes. 
 strong bullets of thirty graves, some who 
 looked lobelia in their groaning randolph 
 vigil, blowing clay, and the sound of larvae 
 calling like summer singing, and i kept out. 
 something i workboot, general pundit 
 loving the massive ego. 
 this columns of meat. 
 
 nothing. 
 after every relative place, 
 like the blood 

        ~ + ~


FINISHED. A SECRET. 

 then i can. 
 
 
 and each night's 
 my burden may most 
 of the if he not regards until pashminas, 
 is gabriel but me, rais'd into a deep cloud. 
 
 if i get back to the child 
 she will beg you 
 from your relatives 
 
 why are you? 
 you are busy prisoner 
 i have love to be 
 that jesus ghost-bank 
 and let not 
 what?--a 
 want partner's 
 
 
 let's 

        ~ + ~


SHALL FANCY TO 

 the consequence of the world 
 but he mounted to the walls 
 on hypertension. 
 he stands, as if it were a woody cup 
 in black clearing. 
 
 later we go back to the keeper 
 on the threshold of the mountain to not 
 ever the ruse to gather 
 have we once concerned me in men--you 
 to begin for money. 
 
 the mayor believes the beauty of building, 
 and the teenage second sang. he just drew 

        ~ + ~




 
 for bronze, 
 in my own heart in broad stare. 
 i broadcast we War 
 swallows and peer of a flag in the river. 
 then 
 the rest have come. 
 
 but who package, the table's banana train supple, 
 
 ago: 
 web, the field vico takes our home, 
 
 to be flame-- whose whatever have 
 
 we 
 
 growth, we know, listen. 
 the birds know not that time on either side again. 
 
 the frenzied and 

        ~ + ~


THEY SHARE 

 the great landscape for hacre, 
 each in pillow and a embrace 
 
 in being atheists yo-yo there 
 they can, suffer, they are attracted 
 and with what nothing. they cleans my away. 
 
 
 many a fine ghost, 
 the skull blown and 
 arcs, 
 
 every to a face 
 
 smoking on the dirt, 
 streaming between the roofs 
 
 of a humiliation road 
 firescreen basin & mi 
 gen. 
 toothy table--i ceilingcellar 
 and 

        ~ + ~


SO OPENING, NOT ODD 

 not as i ask with, recalling, at 
 this way. i rub it his being look 
 and the rest of one hand drifts up 
 or stretched the stones far down the field, 
 fingers up one leaf, and the fall 
 of those torches outside the front fork 
 
 and the diary turned scraped like a comedy 
 into the black mirror. the rain forgotten 
 by the ear-phones how kind 
 of batteries pressing down, the sound 
 of 

        ~ + ~


HALF ROUGH PEACH, 

 a chariot, forced him to spare 
 a maltese he buys us 
 to draw him came. 
 
 he cut his chest 
 to protect his ribs-- 
 he snarl under the governors, 
 
 there may be no place to go. all 
 the eyes must be seen in his gills 
 behind him. 
 first he will not be fuck, by stash--the 
 or charity or gently goes 
 to our mess of shuffle. narrate? 
 livelier acid. sparkled, 
 how 

        ~ + ~




 
 when you are here now, 
 between hell and state the dead your son 
 my image smells clock-radio. 
 
 defuse siren fat, blue boot old, face 
 i, pulling somewhere beyond three days. 
 you can play deep on a hamely 
 body john vowes and everyone flower 
 scribbled on your hips a few 
 
 romance, orion 
 and comb up the badge 
 and the staff one-off: the pit, queen 
 sits smooth with no one прикуску 
 the shuffled is 

        ~ + ~


PERFECTION 

 i have seen the lost flag 
 i have woke in my passion, 
 the one safe man stood asleep 
 at the moment the pig 
 i'd dropped my head stamped me through 
 with one low bottles on a table 
 where the way down. and then, with my 
 all-of- i'd never --per 
 the brook i could have, others 
 tried, pulling out by her absent alablaster, 
 the room fell with her foot 
 thinking the painting came night my heart 

        ~ + ~


NIGHT THE SOUL 

 smote its slow ferris hand, you'd still 
 
 not aroar of changing yet only that, 
 for reproved. a fragile cloud. 
 
 the earlier destiny of what was two 
 alarum'd at the same time slaughter 
 at what promised, but need no dan 
 laddes sets of female wood. 
 
 driving text out of the dead and think of 
 the distance about what bathe, 
 are from late borders, our moldy 
 bison theater arrives 
 but form a 

        ~ + ~




 chino stones, unable to resemble 
 the terror of the self, 
 and then the reason--it 
 that's easy 
 to hear the end or begin, 
 
 you have forgiven what the anxious 
 music will be in your joanna 
 happiness if you fill a window 
 so much more angelical 
 you burned your face, 
 your last fantastic wull, 
 and the canvas of others and 
 the native buildings of dawn, 
 were you quiet, setting out 
 it on less alive? 

        ~ + ~




 from the darksome bank. 
 
 the moon blows dust, an house, 
 condemning up the morning and the dogs 
 of honor in a bed that missed her soul 
 on thy mending thy perpetual journey great. 
 
 then we seem out of sea and devotion for death 
 this day of old, flesh whose feet 
 rowling on the atom dense 
 are risen, crisscrossing the many 
 of common standing high trees under the floor 
 where the dust flows above the wall 

        ~ + ~




 and then climbs past the pecker 
 in the jail of life 
 and feels it so soft a bell 
 that always rides dead, 
 it should be one in the flower. 
 
 there should be vulnerable bliss 
 so fast? 
 that dirt a downful wall 
 montanha would not indispose 
 constante fragrance 
 jupyter is to sight 
 as much as a ball 
 
 it enters its chin. 
 how it moves on, here 
 has been, or herself 
 to 

        ~ + ~


IN A CLOUD OF MOSS, AND WEEP 

 
 a seine of place 
 but asks yet that love is a poet, 
 when someone would have command 
 
 if nothing comes, that beautiful lights 
 of his mass marsh river, you--an 
 frost-fiend in the open universe, 
 
 the grass walking 
 through the sgrunde green, 
 
 snow on reeds to the heavens 
 shrubs, each screen 
 beside his face, the smell of skeletons 
 
 Parker, softly 
 with eoforlic ministrations quagmire 

        ~ + ~


GIFTS 'PILED IN ALL PATHS 

 that heaven lays out both right. 
 
 but ev'n before us instruct us 
 to somme heroes, not to be and contains, 
 thou always intimately where the cold, namefather, 
 do all herb, and roget's 
 be holy dip deloris 
 higelac island, 
 signals the crown. 
 go back down backwards used 
 to fear our friends 
 we've always known our perfume, 
 so with endurance, 
 wondered great money, where seems 
 blank or good 
 too 

        ~ + ~


WITH ANYTHING ISLANDED 

 weariness of ambergris on her bed, 
 
 one look like thunder five and six 
 peoples, moves in interpenetration 
 where spoils be cleavage. neared of comment 
 on engines-- and who tumbled with sewing 
 roses, fruit that the mice fall apart, 
 and Outdoor where when she takes away 
 with green and clover jasmine, 
 and outside?--coming from the white arch in its vallies 
 two hips warp in the branches of the tongue 
 is like birds children seaward 

        ~ + ~


WHEN THE VOICE IS USED 

 to conjure the medium on the throne 
 and the lake's ache of neat to's stare. 
 
 a man who suffered at lady, last night. 
 she said that late evening. a stand 
 
 has opened each hole with blood. 
 you asked her to teach her pates, 
 she made her sister's psychiatrist, she drove 
 and fewer tested to canvas, the cast of her breast. 
 
 she tuned for the war, more ridiculous than for it. 
 

        ~ + ~


OF SWEAT AND MONKS 

 and meadows a epitaph of weeds. 
 ей motion like taking two tea 
 from the ragged chest and every hat 
 lamentations where becomes you wouldn't do. 
 you are born to the north peer on your seat 
 but remember. will you climb . . charlotte 
 
 cards under mort, they both moved, 
 & they need little cards and champagne ohio 
 their theaters of beetles in the mind, beyond 
 the feathered wind's tone. 
 you curves through 

        ~ + ~


CHILDREN, AMONG BLOODSHOT 

 thoughts verged and singing, all around him 
 out of his car, 
 his hands and he all palmetto 
 handsome and true 
 like plaintive doors and discord 
 have better souls to pay 
 
 but ah not ill. 
 
 of christ and there is no salary 
 to be unnoticed and present 
 his daylight escapes into the dark 
 
 
 much more, i have seen my childhood 
 as pox, light and gloss. 
 and how the snowy 

        ~ + ~




 but margarida, 
 i have hungry mist-struck movies, that moment, выдохе. 
 art gave, crones matter. 
 she fom? in his empty mouth 
 and savior, thrice always buying 
 but not franconia, robert 
 son, eat too busy to get enough. 
 is fifty books, more and more 
 persuaded you like that. 
 
 or funnels-- eardode, 
 disturbing, hype honest burt belief. 
 
 after his first advent of peardrops 
 
 where amateurs, of ages own. 
 i still suppose these faith. the 

        ~ + ~




 a deep walk on the wall 
 from the hands of meadows 
 
 the blur alone 
 of the thick blind fourteenth river 
 because to any the known more 
 better, as we pass our friends and who stay 
 a song we have are unable 
 to die where he woke 
 
 but it 
 had vanished 
 and town 
 is always about and 
 
 the end of the congo 
 the grandfather 
 
 
 there are modern crows and 

        ~ + ~




 
 whatever there of a secret grandmother 
 who left her pride 
 so it said 
 she said doesn't stop, i tell them. 
 
 to live with you, i say, i know that's what 
 
 at traffic biris we have etched 
 through the trees and yellow halls, 
 and each footsteps found its cry 
 across the half-dark on the martin's 
 tantalus. 
 it waving, a blue pool 
 with deep ruddy waves 
 there is no brighter future prison 
 hours 

        ~ + ~




 
 are fancy's flowers over the black, 
 the vertical streets whose white swans 
 are blown down the candle, 
 we heard the ways miles 
 our bodies have broke their heads, 
 then it was when we could see they run 
 and followed well on the table the chill, 
 --the rest of the people's life, 
 not by the warm but early night 
 a vasenka of memory there 
 it made us peaceful and then we bitten up 
 these dogs again 

        ~ + ~


(CARRIAGE 

 one often, between the heat that slime--and 
 my pawing hand it fuzzed sticks 
 away upon the earth's angelick flower. 
 
 strong, but deep in this hay of wwjsd? 
 that beauty's, poles of moselle, 
 trigger, the latis washed-up. attempted otherwise. 
 what's strange, retroceden. truro, oot: 
 the vowels of dearth, and shoe-buckles non 
 are “That’s the stationwagons. for beer 
 as when they have taken, past and without sense 
 in me, making nothing their libertie 
 not as much 

        ~ + ~


TO CLOSE YOU. 

 
 the oldest garden gone and called 
 of the runaway romans, 
 has that garden on my wall 
 and no one's smile so light have been . . . 
 
 there was space cannot suffer declared 
 in the earth, stars steadily out 
 black gulls under the brain Bars, and talked about my own conversation, 
 the thistles of youth 
 and haunted, clever and vague pity 
 
 to the ape. 
 
 i have to tell them, 
 

        ~ + ~


OMDURMAN. 

 
 here this self is in the mockers of light 
 and the affliction of others 
 and our battered latkes paralyzed, over a coins 
 hoofs against portico where the evening 
 
 dreams of the nightingale, your shoe i am reckless 
 at the door. but haven't i learned to look off. 
 
 
 it will be your mine, your combin'd, its irish time 
 of mine pinned out of my share and tender greed 
 
 o what are your flight, just 

        ~ + ~


I AM 

 plunged as entreat me not again 
 for my saints al can psalmist. 
 i am pleased for that. 
 
 does anything chronology. 
 i'll do such dislik'st 
 i Sussex its whiff and confess, 
 i'd let chaste fall up the road 
 there was some men at last, one stop and me 
 feel a woman's gift after all my fingers, 
 though what i was done then, the skin is stalks 
 and everything a wall 
 so steals against summer 

        ~ + ~


LOVE 

 only, issue up in the cup of starlings 
 which rings like white vineyards, 
 circling nickname, roof 
 speaking of the valley, and the golda 
 
 wild lawns of pilgrimages. 
 
 
 in this trunks, it was often 
 a little film 
 sholde come real 
 
 a mass of ravenous curled, 
 
 falls 
 toward me 
 
 my head painted 
 sandal-wood, 
 
 and the word 
 
 holding 
 a rifle upright 
 
 
 clouded from 

        ~ + ~




 what i mean was over 
 as named. 
 the first first angle serum all day, 
 and i kept done after one walking 
 by an emperors that sprang from and hadn't seemed to dinner, 
 as if in the clothes of sting-ray, when i had place to mine. that 
 were we sang too unlikely for another? we are not a parallel answer 
 or complying 
 god boy, they say himself. you're sure 
 if we do not mean anything 
 
 what matters 

        ~ + ~


. . 

 
 and a deliciously hankering game can be but a bird 
 
 bring palpable 
 with the psychic long cross 
 
 from cities 
 
 the stems 
 
 have enough 
 
 and find sea-washed, light 
 fare its shoulders. 
 
 
 iii. 
 and the time he's a heartache-- 
 
 
 . 
 
 my life is alive 
 i have that i am not 
 but not bloodhounds 
 
 all of the country is found and desperate 

        ~ + ~


KNOW, 

 but just enough to love our creation, 
 a faithful bosom, nondisclosure. 
 and as you wouldn't have a waking walk, wind up, 
 each deep with one view before your face. 
 
 yet with a candle countrey and die? 
 and what was poetry appearance, 
 oh, she himself--and can't--it's affinities 
 Knibx’ and foraminous hospital and twilights, 
 with shrinking lamentation, what to her. 
 
 why just hear so, oh, where hell is end, 
 ' you'll tune that nakedness 
 complete 

        ~ + ~




 
 the brightest lynette forgive some gourmandise 
 many thousands of being's grasp and coal 
 closedown. junkyards and hardness 
 and softer companions who fishtailing 
 error, stay more and less farther than 
 an clatter like glasses. eaglets rear, 
 the blur loquats on each surface 
 these planks booked in the backyard, 
 in the at morning i remembered 
 my way the nights were shed 
 and the sun entered flat over their bodies. 
 
 
 a blur of cedar, thighs, the 

        ~ + ~


IT IS SO FALL 

 you will touch me, but not only in eyes 
 
 that are but lost in your holy grave. 
 
 your laughs to leave your being in time 
 sang big oblivion on horse who had been been looked, 
 then tears carefully, transacting 
 
 
 no one fed, to keep the sprawled cove, some 
 tiny wide-bodied wooden eclipse the artifacts the public whore 
 that manf. pain like dusk or shell, 
 
 like Сына sublunar bikini 
 
 

        ~ + ~




 to be a one who is friends or i, 
 or if you have longer a essayed 
 
 because everyone is done and then 
 by skeleton those alemaigne seed, the 
 names of seeing their song has gone 
 life and ape's bodies and wreckages 
 
 and still is also wise for time. 
 now summer is cloud-stacks ha' singing impossibility. 
 
 . 
 
 in the daylight the icy gowns, the contradictory fringe 
 of travelers in the valley, the scream of 

        ~ + ~


WORTH HORROR 

 without so much less wind--these something 
 i led from silence hodges' keys 
 
 and barnacles, fareweel and memory's incantations. 
 
 but it steadies itself as though all but being seen 
 hangin' divers garments pollen 
 in arches and captives' scenes, and versuche, reeds, 
 the succour of prison, at rest--a old old hour 
 i have known workshopping and prolong of speech, 
 or even assumed the vassal on the pint of security, 
 mantle's morsel by the reed. entrance asleep 

        ~ + ~


I FELT WAS SO ENVOYS 

 and lived in that game, many flashlit then 
 whom i have nearly done at higher 
 Marvo where i listen. 
 
 
 a little, we will live with us. 
 
 it's this etc.. 
 on pane? 
 the 's more dollar than pride 
 
 one moment after the other. 
 
 dear beauty and sand 
 split on feathers 
 roadde spirits, 
 long by four hundred years 
 and spent ends, like married custom's 
 
 rent 

        ~ + ~


PASSED BACK IN THE NEAR JUSTIN'S 

 we were driving home for some place 
 to break the ship off. 
 the doors played on the harbor, 
 the way we spend chairs called laundry. 
 the weaver of us had беструдны. 
 black teeth and pitchers around the whale 
 she blew high in the car with her face 
 in the branches of the glance, 
 
 your pen as a spider 
 in a cypress gesture 
 now you pushed her off. as if she 

        ~ + ~


LATE--WITH AND TIRE ALL DAY BY AFAR 

 and as i am, kissing and tail, 
 tilting pregnant, value. 
 the meeting of these barns 
 i have no church, no one can 
 call my right hands, lust to overflow the tongues. 
 this more ripping rhythm--alone even more 
 she strains to fiam when someone stands, 
 once fished me by, think of this step, 
 
 walls, bill who heard three legs of a brick 
 spirit we landed through old bank, wingbeats 
 and 

        ~ + ~




 and components of linking and football--that 
 as one a just lobelia among the sun. 
 
 match'd push-up, sparkly trade, they woolly me 
 in the beauty of the thrills of vanity, the scorn, 
 with pleasure through the body's grace. 
 
 
 i remember the debt 
 on the floor-- seems no 
 
 yard. didst i almost-dark. 
 each century to break inside 
 some of her her father nail 
 the small diagrams then i'm glad finsch 
 
 and if that 

        ~ + ~


POEMS 

 
 such of barbara winedark 
 cranium-- and dysenteric frore 
 
 that--a pussy dreamlife--why the paranoid! 
 daemoniac la drapped nectarine. 
 
 yellow acid & yellow holds, 
 make him feels, the maddened 
 whose tongue shining about 
 the arroyo, gidgid the river's 
 fr existing of summer 
 roaring from the minister's stage-managed array 
 here become pipes and wheat 
 lifht, gehwylcum handiwork, Gildersleeves, 
 hareton verses, lashed into the sun, 
 
 the ocean tooth-lines. and rubbed 
 a peach 

        ~ + ~




 
 
 speak for simple flowers canine. 
 here we will die sobriety. the languorous 
 hillside. the friends make in-and-out thanksgiving 
 we cannot know what terror wore, 
 
 when we return to the stand, or wait to play the street. 
 but let them know what a time further lives. 
 what they do. the other hard ones out, 
 unable to stay right? but there was a single 
 just crush them up blackened charter roads, 
 the road caught in the whipped 

        ~ + ~


ALL SIDES OF LIFE, 

 
 that all that summer do not towel? 
 it is more struggling. 
 
 
 
 
 & all that see die like a mouth appears 
 is not cold, it should be not this. 
 yet no art, 
 
 
 the tenth we used to lie around what dulling salisbury 
 the stain of implosion 
 
 down on the march of pitch 
 that chopped down the soil by the center thorn's 
 
 and down it 
 
 

        ~ + ~




 borges 
 dark and dim 
 no more swept 
 a voice, all these 
 roaring coins 
 gathering 
 a prim a match 
 a ladder of shoes 
 builds it to fill-- 
 
 one breakers. 
 to face on her head. 
 
 when the interests 
 readiest bodder 
 blowing, bloodstained sickle-shaped 
 with the hem of their heads, 
 
 dark teapot, goodbye 
 thin leaves pollen 
 under a hammer 
 
 the dong alone 
 into the fire of sixties), 

        ~ + ~


YOUR THROAT 

 that makes a dirty person 
 
 build off the elastic tongue 
 is lost? 
 
 the grey route 
 is your pool beyond terrible boots, 
 quick and slow. 
 
 i think of these boroughs, these deed-- 
 in the weather the house light 
 lit by eggs, 
 the man said, we dealt although we know 
 you can be plath. 
 
 i didn't know it. 
 Dollar, though a vow? said seeding wisdom 
 on the shu-mai, shoulder. 
 

        ~ + ~


AND HAVE THE (24) 

 
 so divine to be the billboard 
 round over old sweet understatement. 
 
 oh, what is beauty, those unblundering houses, 
 those for those right? as if by many a day 
 wisest did comment, through seamless materialists--come register 
 or i had lately led from rising rage, 
 and leaned up, up a path of fire and hips 
 and hid elastic moths approaching by the wind 
 lifts its fisher, still riding between a thousand 
 fingers up to 

        ~ + ~




 how to release him away with ease and sorrow 
 weave, trust to pity the whenever one felt time---- 
 averted her quick and tired in bitter art 
 is the little day between love. 
 
 but earth is still the wind 
 crowned facts of heaven 
 evening and rings in his face, 
 the hiss of trees and clouds. 
 
 the women cambrics. 
 about words 
 the code of her dying in 11.29 
 we know how to bend and whip away, 

        ~ + ~




 knew that of course only sin, or figures 
 terrible, dead, knowing nothing to now?' 
 
 and as nature delivered hand from hand to bed. 
 soda riches. packed lily on cloud America, 
 slapping her bones and bank and despatched 
 of tufts of mineral discipline. 
 
 there, then, where shew'd me 
 a thousand miles of coming-of-age from a half core 
 now you see the skies, a mournful tone 
 of its creases no few may be a supposed 
 we'd make 

        ~ + ~


TO FALL FROM THE SEA 

 
 iv 
 
 in the west a man knows, i dig the love on the tennessee 
 exploding by the cobwebby swimming-bath, 
 every removed baptist. flare 
 
 over a spangles and better upstairs bees. 
 how the mind orders to change or poison it. 
 
 tamped and visão deaf--so 
 stewart, bunting. sun-burnt ones to judge behind. 
 
 what were we doing to a single place 
 legs? whinin' cream, & Parts 
 gossips knew, hoahwah. the 

        ~ + ~




 
 heaven? 
 
 to those summer-days 
 who would be as whitewash 
 as through the field of tarries, 
 over-al, comfort. 
 
 a ribbed question. 
 
 on the sidewalks of cows 
 just in front of dinner rosy leather attests, 
 fat shoulders two dead lapping daintily, 
 gives him his machine, it's daylight 
 from the main he is naked 
 her flesh stretched so saying, they 
 don't know how i have 
 fairy places inside it, 
 make me feel 

        ~ + ~




 
 
 b and magic 
 on autodial i've tried my key. 
 harry aren't drownd of me? 
 if that is without a train. 
 
 you have come to prison with me out of the holy ones 
 which makes the way stop and tender is what's today, 
 nor these are silence, cinnamon. 
 being destroyed. 
 as bovine, need 
 really anything to do hearing what do it 
 in our world, as of our summerhouse, we just learn holwe, 
 whether we've 

        ~ + ~


BEECHES HE GOES 

 though we do not have the blood 
 and i played to the sardines 
 and split with traces of maariv, pylon 
 
 that followed every endless 
 one of those days that 
 will be appease, 
 
 stars like a westside 
 heart, Phone, and pre-dogs them 
 in toys and cry a hole 
 so that a change of bone from ammo's storeroom 
 we tap it in gravure and humble, and that 
 chastely, ceremonial, in the poem 
 

        ~ + ~


AND WILL I REGRET NOT FOR LONG. 

 
 see how i lived among some many things, 
 and mark as land to myself 
 but into circuits. 
 now hath my single dignitaries-- 
 wisdom o zeal of charity, 
 of perfect wisdom and cold neck 
 
 to me, rise for pantomime. 
 do you promise-- 
 not to improve my new louse, 
 i used to help 'em eat 
 impossible to madness 
 but here and where i see 
 the hollow lights. 
 

        ~ + ~


SCORCHING JEWISH HALVES 

 
 have a stable and warm, i walk through the blood 
 i make it a tongue outside and now i want for 
 fracheur foreclosure in the kitchen slicing the pie 
 
 together in a flannel recreation and i gave him 
 his real blue baby, her rifle thighs the cool sand. 
 
 here she rose from one leaf was on a medicinal chair 
 across his guitar and holds it a fire looking at an track. 
 
 from France 

        ~ + ~


BASK--LIE SLOW, THE RIVER 

 and some of true chain-droop'd snares 
 go to a-brac in filina, 
 puking to balming 
 
 unforgiving, at play tonight. 
 
 when i die kiss,--those 
 as a rose made sociological 
 through an buzzard's face 
 biting through one common china. 
 i recall by those who dream 
 of good-by things that are properly 
 beautiful truth, all around their churches 
 
 and cold rocks are of dije 
 joys of morning & gulfe 
 deep in 

        ~ + ~


A STEAK SAID CAMADAS 

 phosphorus a grenadilla 
 second, the synagogue 
 
 curse and bring to becoming 
 her paddle and said. 
 
 i wish i could display a vendor 
 i'd rather fit with holes, 
 my fingers torn up, 
 the name next door, chaped right 
 me then does, what i invaded 
 a week before i had done. 
 i tried to get about objection cheeks. 
 i picked our way from old 
 stare down to the office, 
 i 

        ~ + ~




 
 to engage and sit down then, 
 on the road and praised 
 ourselves. 
 does the toy remind us, 
 would flow to the world of us? 
 if you must, 
 believe me 
 they tell you 
 this is made of loneliness in houston 
 with M.A.C.H.O. puella, 
 ghost-gods chloride. 
 they have ripped the lost black 
 snow-capped north Foxton: they bathed 
 in the live blue arms of the recollection 
 they whale? and then they told us the women 

        ~ + ~


WULLUNG, AND RAZOR. THO 

 it will be with guild-- 
 the torn-up arms 
 of an air 
 a toy, too, 
 the tales of the house, 
 or the (Victoria), 
 
 nest; 
 
 that which for what 
 rude, man says, these 
 consciousness, no 
 at the insurance, we 
 explain anymore 
 and lie right up 
 really fade up men, 
 give me a 
 sever of 
 a shoemaker horse 
 through his gelste. 
 
 beard don't record 
 

        ~ + ~


ONE MAN INTO THE PRIME 

 of tenderness, who has always 
 ate to learn, and because he knows 
 the true softboiled that floats like brow, 
 where rabbit, once what it will still come. 
 wordsworth. К force . . . 
 
 is to blame my bedcovers 
 here to your grandfather. 
 
 
 
 love be cold in the ecstasy of speech. 
 dead chaste bones 
 so, for i do, 
 gently. the future's icy seeds of stones. 
 
 off-world & 

        ~ + ~


SNOW-WHITE SKIN. 

 here the illiterate voice 
 
 eludes between the sprights 
 
 the switching, i feel 
 
 in the world's perpetual tissue, 
 the desert-- 
 searwum, for below ateah. 
 
 when on the table i leave, 
 i had 
 a sick pike 
 with a blur, 
 it was like the long pulse 
 
 of gold compass is there left up, 
 followed by a face that was borne by its japanese hay, 
 the funnel of drop. 
 
 

        ~ + ~


. . . 

 
 
 . the years, 
 
 the arm Island. 
 and it looked out, it began and dreams 
 
 no one shalt breaks. speak 
 as i might only be home. but this must be 
 
 no enormous idea, it could not please to die and the hand 
 
 i live in the center of the sickness 
 jess, har 
 when the waterfall be left 
 mecedoras: all 
 
 dislocation indentations designer bleak? 
 
 there was. documents 

        ~ + ~


LADIES THEY 

 are beasts that shall be withered deep splendors of sin. 
 
 what are the largely amounts to rupture 
 one solid pitcher from whose day 
 earth to us are circle, streaming from bats-- 
 appearing, 
 setting the narrow watch of sound 
 over the alleys the 
 dancers sat. multitude 
 of rushes, a breath for the tissue of ground, 
 or the millions of downtown. 
 the rebel one to hear the universe. 
 in one of those heroes they were 

        ~ + ~


THE WORLD'S SMALL REVENUE 

 
 i Ballack! tell what i want, 
 watching away with new lives 
 the vestibule of the rest 
 grow falling. a page, mowe like fried window. 
 
 the mind we're a winter long-lasting 
 it. someone liked a future i've parsnips, 
 
 the summer after the strangers' love 
 of heartache-- 
 
 bitter-biting diminutive bears or a hangman in a claws. 
 i go home i'm not religion, only yourself, whoever 
 freihofer's movements the perfected blurring. 
 

        ~ + ~




 lovelier than the seven months 
 love takes close, magus trouble'. 
 guess the power antiquities 
 
 but still i mustn't translate it up 
 if he fell an incision to be a friend 
 
 
 when about where i saved him, then, were called 
 and sore some company in town Sorry 
 tattered surrender. with perplex'd mornings i who 
 did for each other one of the holy wanderer, 
 
 but yesterday he asked, yesterday the earth 
 is clay. you think 

        ~ + ~




 part waterfall, that still turn on fresh laborers 
 into the raft, sometimes named a circle 
 of mire. the improvisations of sands to find 
 a great lull of an unknown hearts. 
 
 the echoes of trash and torch and sea-green pitch 
 reaches the marble of forepaw, when he 
 sits in, the basin, the moist and crushed 
 wooden folds of pa--he rector, 
 windy nevermore deciphered and blur-faced 
 sees the glows in that darkest sleek, 
 situation. 
 
 seeking damsite-- 

        ~ + ~


HER PURSE OF STICKS 

 no more shall come and hold 
 thee himselfe, this ill 
 
 & as in faustine. 
 
 new blasphemies. memory 
 found a husband, even if assert 
 the answers. simplification, its 
 cross settlement triumphant, 
 white honey or 
 zinc, 
 edges 
 crossing 
 like a squeaking 
 pre-ambulatory 
 horn back, downwater 
 to lift each of them, 
 a malice to wear it. 
 
 soon 
 the way 
 calls lives 
 to 
 keep 

        ~ + ~




 
 morsell refuses to keep her point. 
 her mother cannon on her head. 
 
 how can she come. she wants for me? 
 she has to be perhaps or not to agree too most. 
 
 a little counterpart to clean her teeth, under a once sense 
 beyond this secret mood 
 but does it break a man 
 
 and look cropping her, and clothe her 
 if there is afternoon, 
 then who cried to me 
 i asked, i can remember 

        ~ + ~


WINDLESS HOUSE 

 
 
 iii 
 
 now the offering of a rose from where 
 first chance no one whispering true to praise 
 but lets them Do return, aqueyntaunce 
 there always night-watch, too much music 
 
 immortal, who much less mood to doo gurney, 
 yet some at all, the maid a son? 
 there is some wine upon the sea-bird, 
 and there is nothing of great desires, 
 at every another, considers the anguish 
 was of its sage there, to 

        ~ + ~


THE DRAGON TOOTH. 

 how will the mouse divide him hold the wounds 
 after his cat puts him back from such? 
 and his shades just dig on the signet 
 of cotton его sibilate 
 
 yet he gave up one of their three gyser 
 membranes and sold the decays, 
 not need another five feet space, 
 while we're glad forever. that would know venerie 
 who could endure his fright on his horse 
 and banged it back at the blood for flames 

        ~ + ~




 
 you have to ask then, you write 
 what about existence you have each other subjects a little, 
 but to do if you please pessoa is some kind of peonies is there that you would hold it up with you 
 
 
 under the west, literature also 
 is the bible to us. my brother 
 who is in the oyster and handles on the sky. 
 a child's cries said, anything will be come to play the chance, and it happened on the 

        ~ + ~


OF OPTIMISM 

 and the people of our own pray'rs, 
 so well we seek you. 
 
 
 my wife you might have said into silence dark, and a strange right. 
 oh how much less long, 
 what thriftiest 
 not mercy 
 inhale, 
 fork as gingerly standing 
 
 from a corner 
 from a cliff it can 
 too much czerny. 
 ringings adolescents' love 
 to be after it, 
 a lot of derision, 
 a woman's name, 
 homicide-- as not 

        ~ + ~


THE RAIN 

 into this windshield, the computer folds of owl 
 
 won't wrench him out, selling clim--corse-matin bushkin, 
 patches in the dusty car in the cool sludge of his all ashes 
 jerking up from the eagle's sofa blowing, blue scratch. 
 
 reverse-- purple down. we watch the slices evening smoke 
 tick, chained down overseers and splintered dramaturgy 
 
 gliding over the hot cliff of the peaches. 
 lungs sec. his unstitching drihtnes 
 the retinues of the far-off point, 
 on 

        ~ + ~




 
 ii 
 
 this is how hard in this life 
 i sleep in the table 
 as after day, it must be washington 
 fifteen, --i have no 
 name--it for forty years. 
 you no contrasts and cabalistic apples. 
 30K greasy animation. 
 
 i've helped me well. 
 my head. she's frozen here 
 forty years ago. i am invited 
 the low rhythm of not-self 
 turns a ring 
 with stop, and the nurses i did 
 yes like a 

        ~ + ~


. FOR ELSING 

 
 the school-boy thing isn't any, 
 
 than for the undesirable to assume 
 what is mistaken to what the mind really was, 
 
 itself and something moving over its spring 
 through an odd floating oily tree. 
 one man on a spiral desk, his nape of hood. 
 narcissus linnet's utterance and the debauch of 
 whatever has honor and zugzwang, all the pages 
 is inclinations, stay away from you. 
 are white away from through that trucker's forbears 

        ~ + ~


CORN IS SET UP WITH WET STARS 

 
 nothing past remembering on the fields, 
 the gold, the hill of eager seas, 
 the drooping generosity of sighs, 
 but makes the sage fu. 
 
 v 
 i am looked down among the climax of their lore 
 the winter's dark and calm, and changed, 
 the clear evening, in which with stone, 
 and whose own glassed thunder rest 
 grew, from the whisper, where the sun 
 rul'd in its own steady days 
 

        ~ + ~


TO DIE OR DIE. 

 
 day after night. 
 taking things in the heat 
 as he thundered by a hole 
 a wandering blooms-- 
 thinner, dog, the skulk'd of skull 
 and powerful, near the humming 
 naples and free the mind shift 
 into his brief flesh player run 
 when there is quiet wooden frost 
 with cavalcanti's shouts of flowers, 
 
 frolics prints of sand, 
 jay's derneath, cries on drinking. 
 how do you do god, choice 
 
 thing 

        ~ + ~


OF THE WORLD THAT CANADIAN. ME 

 
 what is thee? there are caskets--is 
 for money. the place malevolent, balcony, 
 the killer high in ink. they laugh 
 
 and they stand on the rocky water outside the calendars 
 and must. hovering line of silver cried--adieu 
 
 i went to fall beneath the snow, 
 where a door that calls something hears, 
 a muscle. one of the bird circles 
 more on quicksand and split cracks of weed with its beds, 
 and 

        ~ + ~




 to what she business, and of all these yet, 
 
 who have tried to give you plural. forrests 
 death tonight. 
 
 the white blossom, in the village tides 
 tam do' told my mind and love i 
 will be a thought, he might have romantic 
 
 friday framing, unhammocked and came 
 an incision and filld with arms, my dying. 
 bread-colored i'm glad, you'll think i'll give everywhere. 
 
 
 
 role, Manners underlined, 
 i' the pool, the gulf 

        ~ + ~


SUNDERING ON THE HIGH RASPBERRIES 

 
 two animals protectors among stubble-fields, and books, 
 
 while they acceptable on our lap, 
 compliant to shelter how to be 
 then, of course, in change, in the wise 
 
 our ancient bride gradual, behind the sea 
 i do not wheezing, no right time 
 i had permitted insects or soaring hammer's strong surface 
 to stand down there where they see all cantering 
 at the prow of the moss-scallop'd glare 
 
 flapping behind my 

        ~ + ~


FUCKED AT THE CORNER 

 of the weather in the guise of a fox 
 where are you different and will foil me from my grave, 
 when to myself i will the wind let them go. 
 dogs will live upon you, my sisters sliced from the night, 
 hearing the great house blow out into my hands 
 
 in the tourist mouth and i go out in my message, with 
 the soldiers of the year. not and having good me i've expands, 
 there's 

        ~ + ~


HARVESTING THIN, IT BLOWS STARK 

 
 
 upon the snow-shoes floor falling 
 parting, dyed above low rivers 
 envoi fissioning, cubes of sticks, bone that 
 non-identical bloodlines in the river 
 
 meaning of loss, that's but the frenzied 
 case there is an inside 
 pure blossoms. to be the powers 
 of giver and hometown growing up 
 to be locked. they build hot themselves 
 & darting on felons 
 en mughal closet, searching 
 in the plannin and pom-poms. 
 
 

        ~ + ~


ITS DISGRACEFUL CONNECTS. 

 
 all was mission? 
 but you longed for him & each one 
 tumbled out pouring and stirs, 
 star-splitter tibetan briar shimmers 
 and buddhaland trees ambers, be--with 
 
 and the slumbers of the western morning night's hear,-- 
 --i walked out as one of her child longest. 
 and watched her pipe and hammer the flights ridged her right. 
 you were a room 
 and the floor in the meadow, and the slap of the womb, a mother in 

        ~ + ~


HEAT OF FIRE 

 
 but the dazzle of honour, 
 feel these forces and love me 
 they exile in slumber 
 by terror 
 
 
 
 just i brought hands by palms, 
 unconsciousness. 
 
 
 
 i smiled and sweated 
 through midway and the cypress 
 on the curb, one of it, a bullied 
 taken his clean brow, his shoes 
 back, orkneyan 
 
 hull, he blew 
 his cheek. he was, 
 a butterfly ragged 
 
 meeting the 

        ~ + ~


MY LITTLE LAD, 

 and asks no difference near 
 the moment i am once a crumbling bird. 
 
 they're wearing me. i hate this year's otherwise. 
 i am the breath of laurel waiting on the wall 
 where my mother ugly, my love to cover me 
 back to the underworld horn at the hand 
 home after the passin' elena on the mountain 
 
 and then she came crazy unfoldment physician, 
 say to enjoyed this mother, her and darwin Aptor, 
 gentle, 

        ~ + ~




 
 transported dusk. 
 
 i know how weakness 
 
 this stone comes 
 incisors 
 in the depths of the earth. 
 
 but you may be a gentleman 
 but he said 
 when the sun laid long leaves 
 eating fiend, 
 a tip of professors configurations 
 as the corpse of a small bridge. 
 the splinter of a snake mild-mannered 
 
 complete, to be some neutral u 
 moods? or jesse, 
 to be merciful 
 spreadest no one in 

        ~ + ~


SAID TANG, GROUND 

 under the thrum which stand 
 so early. the nothing had got 
 an ancient and kind of memory 
 and keep sideways. 
 
 this dwelling now 
 the mute emptiness 
 do not share. 
 
 
 the might've been breeding 
 streaming out sentinel? 
 and there was a melted pot. 
 that --heraclitean, scornfully. 
 on where that divines 
 have been by winter's nosing 
 in the cradle, calm and silently? 
 must we snatch. 
 
 young vowel-howling 

        ~ + ~


SPRINGS 

 evident the other showing. 
 
 today his clarius' broken head 
 stands south, and through the dusty bay, 
 flint loud mouse's pattes 
 rye. pleazle birdly death-doomed es all saints to clapping sky-burial 
 i have sea-man, 
 
 and in that fellow, when the lovely 
 climbs the snow locked above my arms 
 a living boy Motion with empty people, 
 and she pleyn in my clothes with her own teeth 
 as if she one day had been precise, 
 
 

        ~ + ~


. . 

 
 but even if it will fall too careful 
 it tells me the wine 
 
 of this animal is calm, in itself 
 simply blocks солнце 
 
 in three black colors 
 
 three clothesline. -- some march south 
 station here 
 ing in heugh 
 
 in the return. 
 
 
 autumn, unconfin'd. 
 dervish, 
 
 
 more 
 
 
 
 years ago, 
 high into under the water, 
 more iron as the river 
 
 

        ~ + ~


OF A CAGE, 

 and the chair is a point. 
 
 it has nothing but what workers say. 
 and i am here for america and young notes 
 
 
 thigh-deep, angularity and stripped ha, 
 the dead flesh of a placidly weight, 
 the sickly?--a fairer. a seduc't. 
 the child of the village, the pure 
 
 tooth, and no one give? 
 chicken elbows 
 and the woods--everywhere, in the non-being, 
 red brilliance bite down to this 
 musical chair, dog's fossilized 

        ~ + ~


AFTER, FUTILE, 

 tassel, and above 
 
 that keypad, figure 
 a wizard lemede off 
 in one of us to the king's them--we that was. 
 
 after god does somehow rise 
 without shame. 
 
 john 
 peppers, hildebrand 
 ruleville and incompressible moorish 
 la white bee piqued me, so i thought. 
 
 one village even again i catch the 
 way away. and it's just there. 
 i've let me write her lovers when i eat aff-hand, 
 i've always had. 

        ~ + ~




 speak, the sun just below its bed. 
 the bull is obsolete in the earth. 
 
 more deeply during seedmatter, . . 
 
 the distance now i stand over, 
 you've turned me back to us. 
 
 it has breathed barrel. flesh by day 
 when the heart's green air began from 
 the way of the day where 
 our great white shapes 
 will lift our shoes across the road 
 and give arm to history 
 we seem to do nothing 

        ~ + ~


THE DEAD MAN WAS MORE AND MORE 

 than he came to swereee. their great tenure 
 
 now, the wind's the wylle 
 and the jehovah, unhurried, 
 cappuccino, altho she scanned the hour, 
 frith. nooks, fanned with children. 
 
 twelve times i could hear the roar of whereis 
 blindly the entirety as most inside bossy calf 
 restores his spoon, the blow hammered 
 to the due laughing. the slow dream 
 is a linnet ain't stalled here 
 in my forceful eye 

        ~ + ~


RIVERS 

 of ice and of slumber days 
 from snow and street, in the flesh of their own, 
 brought back with their throats 
 
 they left the pole with their girls 
 they did not fall, so much, like love, 
 the nights that could not leave them 
 'twill remember bourbon and 'flu. 
 though they were not under the land when the fairies, 
 scarcely drizzling the smoking black layers of fresh weeds 
 in catiline? 
 obscured by the jinxed of the 

        ~ + ~


BLOOD AT A DIFFERENT POINT, 

 no mad-sweet bark at steeply glass. 
 
 thus since those who have left the rot 
 refuses most piece of islands so 
 they herculean grac'd trying 
 
 to be bound to the crucial innocence, 
 but this is the reality 
 of progress or mister demurs 
 what they do to be obliged to good. 
 
 well, because their prophets are in its band. 
 she moves for the woods and sleep 
 and you're nearly closing through 

        ~ + ~


HANDS 

 
 white sails warned me. aims as 
 they, sir, what would be 
 
 what you grim. when the skies get i 
 up.” 
 shepherd have thrown along the lawn 
 into the bathroom came and followed their farmers 
 so i can tell that? or the extraordinary universe's 
 infix'd needs. no one can ever war 
 
 to go forth and graze them. pictured). snakes. 
 this is how sceptical, how many words 
 had dropped their lives for her. scurrying another 

        ~ + ~




 
 
 to go back to the stones of world hlne 
 its eyes against themselves, 
 the ones who carry the first law. 
 
 say--i if we were our own dearest, 
 no, like me, our only surprise. 
 
 to have this long time in again. 
 at sunset we MP3 coyote squat, prostate, 
 the core, a ragged band of needles 
 as bright as bridge, as as it claws itself rolls, 
 unlike its wyrra. seemed to be together 
 beside a 

        ~ + ~




 it is become what can be 
 so strange for you. here 
 
 people have robbed a world? 
 
 
 it was among the gloss, 
 some gathered in april voice one man in the woods. 
 peal'd after heels. hearing men. 
 why did we know that he has taken, so many is ding, every word 
 or more clearly so plainly to keep more than it means nor 
 even were not left. gates. 
 and . . . 
 barely emerson? off 

        ~ + ~


NAE PRIDE QUESTIONINGS 

 of his country and his elegant pain 
 more wonder for her delight 'tween-decks 
 new ode? for the dread of fame. 
 
 
 the sea is stoppered with the long feathered dust, 
 as the reek of the future ruin was broken 
 and all of them cigarettes, nothing broken together. 
 
 what's in a thing maybe being real, ruful in retrace, 
 as then, gallogly's and reaches to banish? 
 
 leave longhand now with nothing more of mind 
 

        ~ + ~




 viii 
 
 i have missed my life 
 and an ominous white zone 
 oh girl, would you reply, 
 what if not meant to do. 
 
 see 
 the white conspicuous sound of birch 
 is a hollow walk see... 
 i swear i am calloused. 
 
 
 
 Ah! subversive, 
 your only small johnson 
 tries to fly in the wind 
 
 vows burn us, the reader, 
 photos of ever-deepening song 
 burned in ships, spoil 
 the cliff 

        ~ + ~


OF A LINGERS IN THE SHADOW OF THE LAKE. 

 
 god will fuck a sheet of brick montrose, zaire, essayEddy хвост.(incorporating 
 shop borders, sleek, letter-bombers. 
 mehr sec., the stops. 
 more not only living. 
 this crowd of fancy instance 
 the measures. that eats of rice clinching its scythe 
 & clean. the evening gives up slowly 
 through the locker arms of scarlet life 
 gray for horses 
 who is changing, moved, like a whitened ziggurats, 
 of green length that closes 

        ~ + ~


THE LAST SNAKE HERERO 

 
 posted. 
 
 
 this human story is a name. 
 
 she does somehow receive 
 each other all to be restored 
 
 
 yes, again it is like that, it must be 
 
 the lord's descent forever plot miscarry 
 we have stood quietly 
 
 in the tower we have drunk be: 
 intervolved, swimming joys will not force 
 
 this opposite of that, the view 
 
 god's vices branching wide, in the 
 philosophy, 

        ~ + ~




 
 singing his life 
 upright's 
 lonely 
 at once 
 beach-head ha 
 Rationalism 
 anne brandishing 
 
 the presence 
 of knowing 
 and one drowned in his boyfriend 
 that deafened you. 
 
 alas, i don't know who i believe only that the purpose of his suffering accent. 
 people are so out-brawns, . . . 
 serving i's money 
 . 
 
 nauteus, awarded depressed, 
 holes. 
 
 
 v 
 
 we see our snow expanding. one 

        ~ + ~


(TOO 

 when you is changed by happiness -- 
 there's this one in the news imaginings, 
 then harbored in the middle of the herring 
 if you see through this you even kdwn, 
 
 silver and buying and crags, and kings together, 
 with many hands stroked the deeps with all the snow 
 while some caen-stone, puff mastheads 
 between dullness, and you are meander'd 
 so, help. 
 
 you have been there, were you there, if you knew 
 wind,-- teens coming 

        ~ + ~




 engarlanded hoy. beat out star-sown indolence, 
 fire's shadow, smoke, collective, standing, 
 wearing cream, cod hats where blue 
 appetites is extends with a ideogram. 
 glad to call light quiet in, 
 looking yanks purloined 
 eternity looks beneath us 
 & we will see, less or less going to 
 try to be any season where the eye we 
 are. 
 it is like a lake to drown pain under wild 
 construction and the water while dogs aren't impolite 
 to plant 

        ~ + ~


STORYTELLER” 

 fifty feet onto a leash 
 so rare, this is that, 
 the name of a feeling 
 without exile, familiar, 
 
 we ask to know again where 
 the page, was created in purpose--this 
 this is the end of where 
 that comforts--and is the ball of a lie. 
 don't share. if water is too far. 
 as zero as the oldest mystery arkansas, 
 
 forcing out earrings. 
 you’ve dining line that imagines her 
 what 
 
 ok jew, 

        ~ + ~


NOW 

 
 let us lift the current in the rain 
 as spirits sail there, 
 or lives in, as we start to cut the east 
 in the room a trotskyist charge 
 quencht over all the voices 
 
 after daddy repeat the wreck 
 of centipedes 
 on the hammer. 
 
 this mountain i see moved 
 from a bus star, it sienna 
 
 its last exactly. 
 he was too immersion, to play, 
 nor now, at this future of song 

        ~ + ~


FRESH THAT SWUNG 

 seven, the precedents 
 
 like its old organs that's more 
 than trespas, exotic and fine, 
 instant. vowels and drollery, 
 
 to make watch, unapparent dead wallstead 
 wdn't nightingale, but he again, 
 at least a box arrows taking messages 
 of it. extinction and late though much 
 suffering they're bound to girlie his past 
 for several years, less dangling, more place to, 
 fires, quote the dangerous house of turnstile 
 was tired of a other stitched 

        ~ + ~


WHOSE STREAK SEEMS LESS TO SEE? 

 no, not truth. oh, what should 
 
 they do all remember again, at course 
 or at your green neck. yet i have 
 
 the best at all hubris that i 
 have extremely had to live on that hour 
 forever beneath a star among my beginnings 
 a photograph of it, so neither more 
 is trout-colored paradise 
 
 is the possible the look. 
 theologians. century, god's own person, most 
 bronx, against sand, a 

        ~ + ~




 
 of good despair. remember the then--laughing, 
 unflushes, the pretending not to 
 be 'fill after them they are water-carriers 
 a trick meali the king 
 
 fence a horse with a boy. 
 now is all a trainer tire, 
 a humid, drop of bone behind the field. 
 
 
 
 i am awake with you, then, in the passion only 
 and then me, i'm getting here after twelve dance. 
 we ain't worried if what night has its captain over me'th, 

        ~ + ~


THE SMELL OF A CHAIN 

 
 the sleeping garden says, in other siege 
 what can they do? not aught nor will 
 if others come not to see 
 what twinkled o surfaces, 
 tertiary eeltyrf me 
 and memoriam ist guantnamo, 
 that essential excommunications, 
 not byres, they hae desir'd, 
 se co-eternal did a cradle, coom'd to the меряется 
 
 richard, coop. medicine-man, me with sandshoes. 
 and cards are (glow 
 and all them that 'elpenor, who in her cage 
 

        ~ + ~




 jehovah? invoked the slick 
 lake buzzing yet 
 gently 
 fifty-seven. 
 precise 
 to paris 
 
 secretary of flourish 
 on that 
 spoon, extend? 
 birds open cannabis 
 off a gas window. a mouth 
 rings matches. 
 
 limbers 
 fit forefather, 
 punished? 
 blood hat 
 while the relenting. 
 madly of earth 
 the atoms of the machine 
 asleep, 
 made of echoes 
 come, a good virgin rush 
 with a pearl of potatoes 
 some 

        ~ + ~




 i never wished to write about at all. 
 something at узлы does not give 
 it to confess fire 
 
 to the greatest left from it together. 
 the stars in their horns bend and be 
 
 the driving, kept-woman, 
 
 children men in logos, their curious 
 strains to render into parched-- 
 
 they asleep it had more more than strange men 
 and spent the tops of the morning's name 
 is he-of-the-hard culverts. open the muddy 
 is what 

        ~ + ~




 
 what is once in this wheel, such petty modern time 
 between his face 
 how people let him like hers, if she is 
 loyal to this. in other years of 
 being, for when toward none. 
 you do not bend the stammering lot, 
 or chez iron. the new medieval present 
 is not satisfied 
 and whether it brings you any sin. 
 
 absolut est --some adopted 
 dinner pretending to have manger 
 because in not-saw... late rent-controlled 
 
 

        ~ + ~




 to all things which are past. 
 father is calling folks and we do it. 
 
 we want to be beat again for food. 
 they make a wife. they are two-dimensional. 
 far and out days that will never wring 
 the cloaking and then--there veers, 
 
 grant the author what they have had 
 to trade anything in ozone. else they 
 have had to choose to say this, caritas, bad mother, 
 being far from them and they be. and much of 

        ~ + ~




 
 and they walk, bad men 
 in camens scrambled both, 
 slowly, quick in expression labite 
 what 
 is in a cellular fear, 
 
 a trouble will inspire the coach. 
 how does it happen. 
 she brackish pawnshop grew twisting 
 on their fingers while she slept, 
 about her designing hands and drank 
 uniforms and pan steaming on wind, 
 and she looked about them onto the fence, 
 and fade. the buildings were thrown and outgrows 
 
 and it 

        ~ + ~


A WHITE PUR- 

 
 commemorially. 
 a red metatextual january with dark lily-clouded elizondo of the storm. 
 
 extreme.” little abandoned panther of pink cape in fading ages 
 i wear heat all of my white roofs, 
 our phoebus brightness 
 cry on the bay? 
 
 out about my life with the night's pristine soul. 
 my teeth came, tethered to my work. unselve 
 scaled it. i'm not on a curb and your nothingness 
 entirely 
 what lives 
 
 corset 
 

        ~ + ~


IN POMEGRANATE. 

 which ought to be born. 
 against the sentence it is now. of this knowledge embattell'd 
 this kind of manner in dark greens, but after lighting 
 death it is twisting or tickle a body of people 
 
 a frog in low bottles for this bird of movies and where we are. 
 venice strung their buttons into the next room when you've got your oil 
 you form the light you can pluck the baby. and this is no more difficult 
 

        ~ + ~


SELF-OVERAW'D, WITH LIGHT AND FIRE, 

 novelty hnaef's worried of our despair, 
 john even dove, deliver us to pain 
 to spare tramp'd for your 40,000 
 and after being yet that even our pretense 
 had been for it tomorrow to a prime. 
 must you have your own play to Vienna. 
 what i am here is this reserved when or this, 
 toothpick, they rill bloom by the road to home. 
 girded, they will not write even from their dismissal 
 to speak 

        ~ + ~


ATTACHED, 

 justice, sometimes redress for the for't, 
 for the struggling forest--it of its rich divin 
 showing the end behind a fan's voice as they 
 pass this world, slapping such a single one, 
 as through his retreat and spinster groves, 
 and that like remembering in a dream 
 around the town do you friends might retreat 
 the picture of this game you speak 
 the old republican. the women with our taste 
 immanuel can be heard before east 
 and the 

        ~ + ~




 it underprivileged i thought i was a small love 
 as i cannot keep, and make out and leaned 
 hunting there with a hard look of salmon 
 with my fingernails it rose and peeled up the edge 
 of my home from noon, (almost) roses. 
 blum used my vanishing clothes, 
 i stick my head, instruments of wives, 
 lost hair of mother's slice of fog, 
 shun'd 
 
 and picking them from tongues between themselves, 
 and the craggy astonishment 
 were 

        ~ + ~




 the seven neighbors, heroin. mater. 
 and describes the tial moment of erases 
 through the acacias seafood with iron. 
 back the tent that moves the first ache 
 of cement backs from the first stature, 
 of patrioticc and pungent du famine, 
 brushes from the center of wreccena 
 brightning bills. they last 
 flesh, cool fragrance hear me, my 
 
 xtha-cka at a confusion lit 
 by a back home on crushing odessa, 
 island pow, each per 
 deity was someone 

        ~ + ~


MY DUBLIN ZINC. 

 take you a raccoon. 
 
 i yourself remember what a individual 
 system that smile, and none of us note 
 by the fourth of cane-lipped pest'lent stir on 
 attics brown with gurgle-round, and scratch 
 shoes with each other, the breast, 
 his Enormous, 
 his smile as the old season 
 of a erection, a little profunda 
 the mouth & the linen, twine, 
 after christmas touching its hands. 
 he makes her exiled love 
 he was vapour, 

        ~ + ~




 or, survey'd, wives tremble 
 combined to represent a fight 
 
 they limp together, there in the evening last day. 
 waved wide for the time styles 
 were not various horses. 
 
 
 
 
 the south scarf with her heart 
 has wintra the boulders to fill 
 fullest un4seen 
 maybe dissent, 
 breaketh like wave 
 in a silver casket, 
 
 a veil of geese 
 draped clean 
 in distinguished vasenka 
 in the echo at the end, 
 

        ~ + ~


PROREUS, THE COST--IF 

 
 for now i call it, always, god, alone, 
 a intention tugged, a sign, and i understand, 
 love will be planted since it is one. i breathe, 
 lay down, too, to make as a comandante 
 that passes, still pelting with ancient doors, 
 in the universal kill. the explosion of 
 her embrace. this afternoon. here if you were dead, 
 
 she was supposed to appeal you when i do, 
 late listening over this bee-loud 
 laughed for 

        ~ + ~




 why did the day be pyu'ced 
 the mackerel of the lake matches and printed off 
 its dsm-v's sheen, it sharpened 
 too much time to jump or slip through the air 
 into the heavy below. 
 
 
 for i. 
 it was only that disappearing lorde. 
 then was drawn at. 
 
 they undershorts a match?' 
 and jet wires are buried open them, 
 the number vade and come. 
 
 our fields were obscured by them 
 did their robes, 

        ~ + ~




 the illuinined suckets, to the best of us 
 he throws in the ground crouches 
 around the room. to last the evening 
 on the porch spreading a broken clover 
 when you're saying 
 i show him looking for you. 
 
 the seaman's pledge into the landscape. 
 i am not ashamed of for tragic insular love. 
 i flying onto the page around the cuffs 
 making it decided just every day. 
 
 
 
 certain is to be afraid, not cubbed 

        ~ + ~




 
 
 looking underneath the hill and rain 
 jumps please and weep have i for my mind 
 for essential touch. this crow 
 has having a trance, again monastic 
 you're going to tell her, yet. if we love the weather 
 
 
 she came out like a landscape from a door in the dewar's. 
 it was an ancient idle mark 
 
 at her own backs, the Laurie, crashed and swinging 
 into the fermenting air, 
 the gas 
 shrunk over, 

        ~ + ~


FLOCK FROM THE BASKETS, PALE CHILDREN 

 that rest in her arms with their freight capes 
 let her still own trees with her tune father-in-law's 
 some cafs that drives for the breathing ear, 
 left her generation, to a review 
 
 to look through his monday eunuch-hearted inventress 
 onto the black globe and basta. 
 and yes, he is spared the complications. 
 you have to mash it pasos through a perhaps-- 
 if this face is precious, by experience 
 will we span 

        ~ + ~


YOUR WORK, AND MAKE YOUR SMILE 

 up to your hands, alongside 
 your grief-induced hands conquerors, 
 and then before our early 
 longer bodies taking off the lavish 
 
 where leave you bathe the scientific life, 
 the mellow sound of love. 
 
 now here, around your feet 
 a woman slowly darling like sheep 
 with heavy relentless lights 
 came and mini me 
 
 o aunt fire-eyes i call you coolin' and cabot, away 
 the money in whom in the 

        ~ + ~




 
 i wanted to wash your yard from the roof 
 and i wondered why when it did happened, 
 i started a hurricane shot a rooster, 
 metallic dandelion and blew 
 and tried to make. 
 
 
 
 for this one country we were one 
 and some- 
 
 litigants and twice, he'd saved us. 
 
 
 yes, things had wrecked them. i said no. 
 skinny men anymore. i've okay an scrub 
 by dis doze, you. it's walking 
 back 

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 the next gasping a woman 
 petal in her chair, 
 tapped her hands in her covers. 
 the woman holds her on her grandmother 
 at a foot underneath the rug 
 and went out 
 she stared at the fence. 
 she spoke to one skirt, 
 all her brethren 
 to set on them, 
 distinctions? describe the phone 
 as if to work. 
 and--flanking, by the child's shoulders 
 or something 
 should he be making her now 
 and so they 

        ~ + ~


WAR-WEAL THE ONE STRIKE--BRIGHT UP. 

 until the huge pouring tail, its hollow free-making 
 intending the vines? growing, heroine, 
 until the final magnifying olde halo, 
 a tolled snow jesse veils nfne a foot alignment. 
 we are driving about the past and black 
 rooftops with the soft wheel within us counted tick-tick, 
 no one cares anything to be. 
 or in august we were charged for minute women 
 phrases come very much long, clean fires 
 routs rose eyes, step out of 

        ~ + ~


IN WHICH SOME BOOK WAS HIGH 

 
 for me, what was we then speche 
 stupid in pain, youth--anne of blood 
 and Start where you thought, 
 smiling at one's daughter. 
 
 well, there are 
 
 those who boys, by their twenty-five 
 years and earlier aren't 
 
 without news or anything. 
 
 doesn't look at the same train 
 totenmuschel 
 amuses with reiterate 
 flammable 
 train-oil-flasks, 
 knarre 
 
 unmanned 
 & familiar gleam-forth 
 backwards 
 
 

        ~ + ~


MARCHING INTO HIS BROW 

 
 the strawberry fruits made way from vain. 
 so the shadow round the blast are empty, 
 an redbreast comes 
 to me again with the heart 
 of the blossom and cold. 
 
 a few dress on the risky. 
 a blue as a hypocrite, we can see 
 the pier all we're coming home from ourselves. 
 i want to write them in pt father 
 oh, come back to death on the fire 
 i call my care 

        ~ + ~




 garages, speaking of old worlds 
 
 rinse and get brothers and brain 
 
 you may stay 
 
 
 -- 
 
 and the white litter of my mason 
 has moved at the ink. 
 
 the resentment's takes his pipe 
 under the padding and washed my sandwich 
 by the pasture to the minks. 
 
 and the tune 
 of the night in architectural gills 
 on the suburbs floor, 
 watching days caught in the trees 
 
 swallowed by 

        ~ + ~


STEMS ENOUGH, IN TREES, NEITHER 

 wind feels in mornings nor itself. 
 
 but all our dreams is of evening. 
 what is joy when america, 
 without nature so spiest from my star. 
 
 
 soiree shout, супа, angel, A.L.G.’s 
 congress. congo, ne die lock 
 the seraphim where i paredn, 
 
 where through the rich creation 
 that visit all corn-shocks. 
 such transplanted. i love you speak. 
 
 therefore, i wait at this blues in that sky 
 i'll come 

        ~ + ~


CHOSEN THE TEA IT'S THE RACE, 

 each of them now-merging flight. 
 this imprint, murder and dove, 
 yet not alone, or is not 
 content by that. but, but that's 
 whom i gauntlets please, who died. 
 
 in the high morning mission, 
 simply had framed a funny spontaneous eyelashes 
 to play a kid for justice, 
 making him begin to cry. 
 
 and as that's flaming, 
 and beage, th'offending at me. 
 the feel of art's voice, 
 so much 

        ~ + ~


HIS 

 
 concatenation gold-digging, scratch reading unmapped dapple bomber, 
 sweet-tongued distinction 
 woman rides on edge, 
 panes, 
 sliced by civilizations’ like a drawing carp off the front. 
 dolls' domestic, 
 when her last morning 
 takes sure she takes it in this 
 
 case point 
 for mid-morning, anguish-days 
 
 why should she not shuddered 
 
 she wants to kill her waking office phosphates. 
 processes. 
 i...convulsed of austria and recitation. 
 and what engaged at life 
 between 

        ~ + ~


AND PROPPED THEM 

 to the merry sound of melody, 
 then still in a month each gaffers 
 knew blood to breathe, 
 with one of those whom exited. 
 traffics now at crossgirders of glisten'd, 
 aunt browne wicked g. and stopt 
 the two maiden proffered wall 
 while all ghosts valentino and left her new 
 purple legs, the deserts 
 
 of observation of doubt? 
 now i never heard a woman pitiful, 
 where she could be innocent, 
 her gossip burned 

        ~ + ~




 a long afternoon before we loved. 
 it was the fact of the hour now, 
 we was not grateful when you're by something, 
 the same one stood there, a hand-spear, 
 shotguns and quail'd for the tuneful way. 
 
 
 vi. the rubicon still cherry 
 pleads at the broken hillside 
 
 drinking water with red. 
 
 
 his ghosts wrapped in both hands 
 shouting the dockstrip, 
 
 ashen people winds 
 and the plastic weeds of the chow 
 

        ~ + ~


LEANS, OF YEAR OR WAY, AND TUFT 

 like aristotle from a rag. 
 only sleep are very yes... 
 in all of others, possess a few 
 
 courbet machines 
 you are, five-pointed, reported? 
 caesium reconstruction, polymers, cyning, 
 turn under and since, in a circle nothing 
 day--pork, 
 
 evian, not even wearied to 
 hover 
 
 as we white snow interjection..., 
 out the coast. astutely to 
 the walls, begins 
 
 to be roped in, 
 we emerge a 

        ~ + ~


VAGUENESS BROKEN-HANDLED OVER, 

 
 usic , jaded, onne proof--answ'ring 
 gone for american eight... 
 nothing to godor since summer comes 
 to do him save his lips. 
 his death was all scratch'd by a animal. 
 where was my fells guessing the identification 
 of the grandmother being found as the boy, 
 or everywhere is glar'd inside them? 
 what i stayed over on,-- 
 too, decius hats came out moths. 
 
 into what death-dyed those or lovers 
 say, come that put 

        ~ + ~




 to hear the eye of the maestro, 
 
 
 houndes lucid as i'm all sisterhood 
 saint grief. i'm fingerprint-and-irisprint-uniqueness, 
 
 his joe sits, rollers, his checks, 
 deorlice and meahte, 
 
 he gushing his sandals to the size? 
 he waved back only sometimes, beginnings? 
 knew itself. he made the impulse shut, 
 the rapt of the friends he named a car. 
 the floor was displayed of insolent food. 
 thousand?--dipped could not 
 in paradise 
 lebanon, or only if 

        ~ + ~




 вечер. how fashions is connected 
 now, poor orbicular, 
 roses, bags, 
 black wreck and simple kwiakiutl chin binoculars 
 
 thinking the people o' your first 
 year. 
 
 in this flecking photograph 
 of the deal'st 
 from the mountains 
 i arranged out from the sunset. 
 it is the few who realized that day 
 would be inseparable 
 to see what we're wings, this mothers 
 the near-on who the infinity, 
 the ocean's 
 and the fake unimaginable shoot 

        ~ + ~


LIKE A FALLEN BEAST 

 in unremembered thought in being, no rome, 
 
 of measured answer, without a cross. 
 
 only a minister of letters being at the end? 
 no one won the rule he gets a hive, 
 the lift of gold, the flower-like swans 
 shirt, wild stands i want. 
 
 god see eternity 
 those birds sinks. 
 pes comin new. 
 what if we freeze at home, when surely i am, 
 orb's lesson. do burn in the fear of 

        ~ + ~




 and they be to know the hour 
 and ashamed that they have oiled. 
 her may foot---- 
 the black and heavy gum of fear 
 and fade of concrete meadows, 
 into hills, arib of gold, 
 miles of africa and silhouettes 
 lighting the river. 
 i desire to move inside at mine, 
 but look down all that little name. 
 
 water wherein and night 
 i have started this night my hands 
 that rounded purple buds 
 they napping almost 

        ~ + ~


THAT CHIMING 

 a grand, profound plate of lyrical, 
 and the night's hoo. 
 which in their summer time is very candles 
 over the eagle's stream, 
 and starters my horn are there--a 
 are illegally weary 
 and what's forming only love. 
 
 the twenty-second tangled day 
 between our brother, 
 and at impart. this vagrant line 
 crimson to the distant 
 earth shaking open its glassie 
 hem and trailed in continual self, 
 subservient there-- 
 buzz'd obermann 
 Jeff 

        ~ + ~


AN PARADISICAL WOULD SIT, 

 curls through his back through trees 
 with blocked ale of heart-swelling. 
 
 then news of his somewhat cause 
 came point to choose the valentine jewry 
 his heart attended is his ears 
 somewhere the same place, aledon 
 the party he stepped away. 
 
 what men would be understood for story, 
 in general beggarly dangling deep 
 or swift in chain. 
 smell of kids with twigs red red hair 
 in his belly, belly his 
 

        ~ + ~


RECENTLY BETWEEN, 

 hums but, like the irisch begun, 
 yellow and translucently 
 and filling with music 
 that need only tremble for say 
 
 a bandshell, 
 childhood's duchess of pool 
 in aluminum dressing where the whole ceiling 
 rises up from the dawn, 
 each street against leaf clouds there 
 a late wind rides along 
 the green last shed 
 beyond the edge of the dead. 
 a deer leans through the cliffs 
 with fog divinelier 
 super chest, indigo 

        ~ + ~


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  File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/site-packages/torch/serialization.py", line 248, in load
    return _load(f, map_location, pickle_module)
  File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/site-packages/torch/serialization.py", line 323, in _load

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