in Just- spring       when the world is mud… luscious the little lame baloonman whistles       far       and wee

this(let’s remember)day died again… again;whose golden, crimson dooms… an oceaning abyss of orange dream larger than sky times earth:a flam… sould immemorially forevering am—

in the rain- darkness,     the sunset being sheathed i sit and think of you the holy

notice the convulsed orange inch o… perching on this silver minute of… We’ll choose the way to the forest… to you,white town whose spires sof… Will take the houseless wisping ru…

“kitty”. sixteen,5′ 11″,white,pros… ducking always the touch of must a… whose slippery body is Death’s lit… skilled in quick softness.  Unspon… the signal perfume of whose unrepu…

i have loved,let us see if that’s… Bit into you as teeth,in the stone of a musical fruit.  My lips pleas… on your taste.  Jumped the quick w… of your smile into stupid gardens

swi( across! gold’s rouNdly )ftblac k1(ness)y

inthe,exquisite; morning   sure    lyHer eye s exac… among otherlittle roundtables  Her… obstre poroustimidi ties surElyfl)… ofpieces ofof sunligh tof fa l l i…

who’s most afraid of death?thou … utterly afraid,i love of thee (beloved)this                  and truly i would…

Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill

the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason

light cursed falling in a singular… her,rain-warm-naked … (little careful hunks-of-lilac lau… from the world prettily upward,moc…