My hands are murder-red. Many a p… drops on the heap in the basket. O… to bursting, they might be hearts,… the blackbird’s wing-fleck. Grippe… he shrieks his ko-ka-ree in the ne…

The binocular owl, fastened to a limb like a lantern all night long, sees where all

Monday The world is a ball of water. See, it is round-sided. I move across its topside, upon the world, not in it.

Beards of water some of them have. Others are blowing whistles of wat… Faces astonished that constant wat… jumps from their mouths.

A smudge for the horizon that, on a clear day, shows the hard edge of hills and buildings on the other coast. Anchored boats all head one way:

Women Or they should be should be pedestals little horses moving those wooden pedestals sweet

Feel like A Bird understand he has no hand instead A Wing close-lapped

We move by means of our mud bumps. We bubble as do the dead but more… The products of excruciating purge… we are squeezed out thin hard and… If we exude a stench it is petrifi…

“Feel me to do right,” our father… We did not quite know—in fact, not… His last whisper was spent as thro… He left us a key, but how did it f… to do right.” Did it mean that, th…

Stop bleeding said the kn… I would if I could said… Stop bleeding you make me… I’m sorry said the cut. Stop or I will sink in f…

In the pond in the park all things are doubled: Long buildings hang and wriggle gently. Chimneys are bent legs bouncing

My dumpy little mother on the unde… had a mannequin’s grace. From chin… the sheet outlined her, thin and t… uptilted, bloodless, smooth, had a… Her head rested on a block under h…

She sat on a shelf, her breasts two bellies on her poked-out belly, on which the navel looked like a sucked-in mouth—

When in the mask of night there sh… we were riddled. A probe reached d… and stroked some nerve in us, as if the glint from a wizard’s ey… slanted out of the mask of the unk…