The human cylinders Revolving in the enervating dusk That wraps each closer in the myst… Of singularity Among the litter of a sunless afte…

Little tapers leaning lighted diag… Stuck in coffin tables of the Caf… Leaning to the breath of baited bo… Like young poplars fringing the L… Eyes that are full of love

Midnight empties the street Of all but us Three I am undecided which way back To the left a boy

Curie of the laboratory of vocabulary she crushed the tonnage

Cyclones of ecstatic dust and ashes whirl crusaders from hallucinatory citadels

The present implies presence thus unauthorized by the present these letters are left authorless— have lost all origin

This misalliance follows the custom for female children To adhere to maternal practices While the atheist father presides…

Man of absolute physical equilibri… You stand so straight on your legs Every plank or clod you plant your… Becomes roots for those limbs Among the men you accrete to yours…

We might have coupled In the bed-ridden monopoly of a mo… Or broken flesh with one another At the profane communion table Where wine is spilled on promiscuo…

A silver Lucifer serves cocaine in cornucopia To some somnambulists of adolescent thighs

I am the centre Of a circle of pain Exceeding its boundaries in every… The business of the bland sun Has no affair with me