they believed in a time when she alone something more liver friendly she read his mind ‘just this once’ car equals limo an embryonic premonition burden of being an only child multi-racist whoredom gruesome threesomes he cools, she lies rehab now surprise, curiosity, pity red trousers turn against our own none(…)
always late summer knew every herb of falling raising him with kisses of fresh chives say Goya’s deafness ‘I wasn’t myself’ through fur trees twelve months they stole my pillow with a silk bookmark
of the past. Walt Whitman somewhere nearby laptops and ringtones Staten Island, of course good girls didn’t go to Brooklyn at Coney Island alive but graying hair like hay
new false teeth ten yards by five on the fat fat as were in and out of my mind I never remember her when she wasn’t cooking into the Beachwood beds of dead bees snubbed me bite the worm other fingers keeling thought as near to poetry with butter-colored hair with a big(…)
to us, to you schoolyard stones paving stones bridge stones stone apples sick of sea from war to war
accusing Mandelstam ‘Jew is’ a rough homespun towel the velocity of the clouds an Ibsen problem swift as a telegram viscid and mealy two chairs younger sister of death shameless burning Russian mushrooms a truce with Darwin love the Moslem enamels horizon has been abolished
oil rich in her uncle’s home his father’s slave ‘nothing, oh Lord’ another spool a single sweet coconut bar ‘you’re too tall’ still half talking in sleep soap had never touched his body ten boys will luck took a wrong turn
