god gloats upon Her stunning flesh… the rechings of Her green body amo… unseen things, things obscene (Who… the caving ages curiously con) —but the lunge of Her hunger softl…

your little voice                     Over the wires… and i felt suddenly dizzy      With the jostling and shoutin…

you asked me to come:it was rainin… and the spring;a clumsy brightness… wonderfully stumbled above the squ… little amorous-tadpole people wigg… battered by stuttering pearl,

the rose is dying the lips of an old man murder the petals hush

O Distinct Lady of my unkempt adoration if I have made a fragile curtain song under the window of your soul

i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved           the far-

there is a moon sole in the blue night       amorous of waters

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

Take for example this: if to the colour of midnight to a more than darkness(which is myself and Paris and all things)the bright

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my sonnet is A light goes on in the toiletwindow,that’s straightac… my window,night air bothered with… sort of sublimated tom-tom which quite outdoes the mandolin-