THE INDESCRIBABLE CROWD IS RUSH-BOTTOMING CHAIRS in shadows with a gesture of content see there it is (there) permitted us this faculty (the world) verdigris its avatar, a stark line drawn down body center, searching out august omens; de bon augure, auspicious; de mauvais augure; ominous elbow others out of the way I Ching, etc. expiration COMET tumble-down; to disarrange tyrannies of never night bites on glands would surely be lost as a leaf in meteoric stone or a caged gong in a Rosicrucian vault:::: Departing to the South my friend had warned, so scared of time, to keep our metaphysics warm across my wrist western blossomings center into a sneaking Nilish reckoning against our common runic will but the stranger stays giggling, staring into slots (Wouldn't you?) drums & dances kill paradise fucked within it share it "love takes time" partners rather quickly soft black to here suspense kept sawing so nature is all, not one the code you still falls finds its ruptured cage congenial her husband a prisoner their eyes so similar the doctor could not stand to see in his 3-D difference weather leather angel golden hair fetch the acres in or dip the sheets in which they lie in pitch a ball of fine feathers on a wire about their reunion or this winter's tender pill. To a distant candle garden proud of weed silence answers red shadows teeth provoked in a hut the color of the rain found silence seen the same twist of pine, pain lost so shift the terms (wouldn't you?) the back of a rush-bottomed chair was eloquent until I spun away don't blink it away curve of the letter U love under will yours to my need print our name. now another one find 3 principles cried the dead win love of loved like an angel, humus hadening off arched & slim suckers themselves hardly speaking everlastings awash in Aurum Potable resume nightmare stuff nothern bowels first matter connection of Fools tricks of custom on which to suspend the lungs. Jesse Glass Index |
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