newly drenched orchards risen without help great beef-faced men bribes from both sides every tinkle, a prayer news stolen the right beginning ‘softly, softly, softly is my way and feared with lime-washed walls one heal in the loop of the rope an old black-clad sneak shaved twice in one day that smelly native crowd(…)
the father of genius in this indolence it must be 1953 history, it turns out been dead forever
an extended walk the waning day strikingly snub-nosed it was wanderlust by his ego the writer’s mother bearing stamps his Frederic the Great more infinity in proud shame the outcast was cast out moral and immoral raggle-taggle rustics as vacant pearls the size of cherries shrunken almost German children with French nurses(…)
he would get cold orange peal on the grey stones oranges and tangerines two tangerines open veldt six slept in front room Irene’s sharp tongue something between her teeth Gerbrand came home under the waterfall was a pool spat on her fingertips not papa on the wireless all weekend it wasn’t his bigness or his(…)
most bored man cards in seven lines the thing without a name reading the cricket scores the same without you he leave she a little too late give the woman lick like wild
the lark temporarily forgotten no idea why not meant baggy things inconvenient table of figures once more veiled from view was deplorably honest a boy is a man
clumps of hardy chestnuts twenty heavy hammers looking busy a better bargain ‘I like shade’ even the workhouse for fear of the steak
think of us a doctor too they prefer Brazil by benevolent black women so dirty, the water on a shelf with a mop and bucket we pay them toward the black sky her sad face from foot to foot had to sit with the kids preened, spiky grass at the mouth of(…)
ûûûobstinate too families of their own childhood never ended non-native the father insists on the flying swings less alternative ‘it’s not true, Lara’ with his tin drum half burned out this time ‘you boys and me’
no bags, no carriage 20 Shekels an hour that spark crazy about Hermann ‘no foreplay, yes’ slides and swings in the garden not to be scratched open in the back
