you've tried

you've tired every movie with your damned tornadoes
girls ganstas and guns under every pillow've smoothed your lips
Lips? She say, come again my darling crackling fardel would you
bear this flank of hip the sun-rip of muscled reach .

Something along those line. I mean. Line. as rhythm.
rock n'roll. you were a performance star. you knew better
holding your breath. How could all these beauties compete
you? complete me? Ironic master of the dualist sword! be!
my lover.

If it's hankies you must wear, then wear them, don
them at every sake forsaken trusted hour of gloves,
velvet or otherwise you've tarried long and far
gimped by circumstance how could you want it
any other way. Speak to you , of bones, you've curried
leagues below your boards. Does that make us a tart? If we
keep each separate?
it's what's always made you soup-de-
jour and otherwise lamented by the piffle and puffiness of your cheeks
you've dared to be every salamander. Come again little chowder,
shy not these lovelies, our loam has always been the fort
on which they've strayed.

Uphosterly will not save the day but it could break necks.

tried every movie with your outlaws
in-laws what laws have prevented your calvarly collective farm?
do you do what the doing says ? saying our name daily
river and bolero stream brook pond abysss you clinch the hour
with each silver dish.

A hill for conquest. Settle at your feet, come to say
say to ponder. Wink to arrive. Bed to chamber. Challenge to ?
Smile that does, she smile over his pen. Now that is what I call you,
what you call an enunciation. The man is crazy, he cannot live by himself.
so he live with other to bother. them. attention sought by indirect discourse.
of endless pee-pee.
IS that So?

                        In this narrative the movie is cut by the playa.
So fruit can be imported. Arriving at the perdition and the perfect tense spot in his body,

She mirrors sestinas and pleasures of the flesh. Offering the powder
as her next best set. It's not opera glasses, she needs, she wants
hands hands hands everywhere. A barbarian jewelry cabinet.

The other one goes to bed. Sleep. A pail for girt minding.
Excuse me? what are you recommending doctor?
A sedative for my babies? Ah the nights we wore pain to sleep and
glimpses of our eyes were all we saw. Not like a woman who cannot
speak her mind always directed elsewhere. Or by household gods.
Kitchen sets.

Pretender poets work with concettos. You mean concertos right?
correct her if yer wrong. Why I never said such a thing.
He weeps carrying it downstairs. An armful of Dostoevsky he's blemished
her ruins. They make love. Like renewed dolls. it's called. a relationship.
yes, so they say.

After the A
attack. there were fearsome quarrels. Some endured for barrels.
Other navies came late in the afternoon. Sun was setting rue. Men
had secret expectations. Like women's dresses. Undressed. Garters
capes, girdles. Endless awesome processions. A Concession to heat.

Heart beating beating . Down the street. Like bottles and sprig.
It's spring. over there. yes, She calls the page, endless like her lips have
glued to every mile.

Not paged.

Paged the elevator climbed the mysteries vessels of their heights.
High and low any day was love.

Memento Mori. Come round the bend . Authorial privilege stated here.

That! concept is outdated. It's premarxist. And what he say Old one eye
and his ugly punch drunk face lobster head?
he said you cant go preview. Its either now or stuck in the side.
In the street. She wished. Her heart crumbled.

Okay, let's lied down. Reach for the big winding of your arms and leg, stretching the night, shipped by the pure breath of its heave. Her breath is counted out in his. Breath take breath and breadth to every sedentary soldier.

Half your pants are wet. You stay you weigh the finger against the chesterfield. It's a bad word you're not supposed to say it.

Her thong comes off. You think she's a mail-order verse?
Her breasts are mouths asking . Asking. Asking.
Her ass is round as huffed trees.

What does that mean? it says yer desire is tougher than words.
Beckon. Come over. Take off your clothes. I have daisies in my feet.
They're for you. Is this a viola a guitar you're strumming.
Come around that waist. He stand. he stand. He pant. Pant. Her hair pants.
It's the moment where the middle aged lover takes back youth. A
word said saying unspoken forbidden. come gather your adjectives
you know there's no way to hold your horses,
and pull together your string.

Strong arming wont do. Except for punctuation he knows nothing. Else.
You 've wanted all day . You're him. It's your sex penetrates.

Penetrates? why this pirate of speak easy?

Continue my horny love. Bury your patches. There are rainbows in this.
Not bodies of pleasure windows of colours, but this real
smelling scented body.


Say what you mean.
Come home. She 's undressing. The blue of her dress. dark. It's fulsome breast.
Aching. Wanting to say she say say say tell bad . Enough . Word. cut in dark. Her
beast plenty yuletide. Her lover. In darkened. Not coloured by air. Oraccounts payable as any lover does. Fulltime. Rested the part-time.