really, shrug shoulder, rustle of hair weather
pardon him his sins
in the almighty god's face of rat's ass
and toiled twins
can you bring her something to eat , please?
she is dying
your lips''ll do
when her body's tired
leaves against rain
hankying the snow
on bus and delta
ringing of forest
and the traveller hears
tonics for sale in the warped maze
or hugging terrors for thoughts
or she's wishing wishes were togs
or her feet are down by her underwear
and the gladiolas getting a face lift
and your enemy is waking her burden a
soft face in the morning sun
my couples've broken their legs
snails by the swollen feet of angels
mud in the kicked out frames of sun
repeats sun but not amusing for the death
wish heaving the barrels overboard
hic sunt rampant lions and cool cougars
won't hold the bay back from war
"kafka's girl" says, 'People are stupid,
they're stupid, stupid'
sparrow-hawks comin cutting down
stink on the air brought its bad weather to remind us
fabulous discipline to your news of
at the sea she and I earlier spring or mid
between motorcycles and accidents the day to day dazed
wore wrapped hearts in our velvet hair
she was a homosexual and i was her lover boy
some tom-tom like that or tom-boy hidalgo
is this war trading love for sex labour for whoring
she weareth clippers in her song
you think you hear berets lips, war, breasts,
and yer heart skips twenty beats remembering what the hell do kids know
the bike hit the ground ankle twisting
cartwheel sort of, air rush
bang boom
not quite a Merkava tank rolling over me
or a rocket in the face of a Russian immigrant
land of Mayakovsky and others
~~
quelle defi, mon amour
et son des chansons des pleins nuits
aux viellards
~
gulps it her cognition
base open to a merriment
predicated by throng
quelle defi, mon amour
et son des chansons des pleins nuits
aux viellards
~
gulps it her cognition
base open to a merriment
predicated by throng
~~
beats the dada busher
come all yerfaithful
have fiat will travel
taverna on the Greek isle
her thighs wrapped in the warm water
the warm water
soaking
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none of my work is on parole
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darling get rid of warm soft and
pray for me
.
the tea leaves are burning
.
the cities of tyre are
wrapped in flames
.
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