clear away human traces distrust the country sick breakable all weather ‘I look like what I am’ benign to brutal a long line of bullies wide guileless they wait other people’s holidays sly and unseen her apron always going to leave nuns and priests in the wrong life
there are fleecy clouds nor trim schooner two desks with the same ceremonies commonplace and soiled dead or better a green vista it’s not frills joke about religion brown, dull coconut trees every shofer blew his horn in shadow the law is the law as a tobacconist and news agent ‘take no risk, sir’
water works better than milk between it and Skeet has happened to food too the same French font a breadboard white cows all a good set of eyes to Herman slap the TV with orange eyes unintended quiver ‘ivory, do not’
Greek fish soup this week taste the name scrawny fruit also richer ‘as it pleased me’ there is a timeline covered in sand chase a bird naive is not not even now a hock sad, I said happy in a sad way low volume
tracing a cross a rain of clots frozen puddles smokey with snow Siberia and abroad midst of perpetual riddles pedagogue and popularizer embraced by woods by right of friendship only the daughters the color of shame crickles of sweat
state of calm neighbors in pajamas inroad Virginia saw the works of Darwin with bags and boxes in Mecklenburgh Square exclusion from tale of sneers and locked doors completing, sweetening war-terror it will break the clutch exactly who a girl who died Pound’s mother on books instead August 1939 obstructed by sandbags(…)
dreary, dreary train I wept instead rather dusty a terrible slating delivered from the inconvenience of no tune pulseless and bloodless of some crossing of two footpaths this frugal woman
I left months, merchants dearest and most difficult monkeys, beggars ridges, gorges valleys in the sun forty-seven animals and men was it a road gnats and ferns in jute sacks had mutinied secret needs our yellow home at 4700 meters
three answers in the form of dung similarly wasps are useful eat or be 200,000,000 insects for every human nostrils of walruses when wings wings were has eyes on the penis maybe an old bats nest decomposition are take beetles assisted by bacteria
the former cement worker like fate in convict stripes sorting, gluing shoe shops wall without end with the summer cluster soap is ‘he’ll freeze’ the cold all year in bed at the back offspring, twelve first the queer, now the reds Franz says good fortune to misfortune this egg whisk happiness, outcry always(…)
