cut cut

ABOUT A BOY

I lion his Jerome
been ill. Good faces
go from The Love
sweat pants one can

own a cemetery

throat a Song's ocean mare




A VICTORY GARDEN

Click to will all representations of The Painted Saints of Poetry which is like the Wax Museum in Gettysburg where you were drunk and high and talking to presidents in a very familiar manner. Where A represents one pillar-biter = "The will to them in NYC" but ends with you by the window showing your backside to history in a comic book. To waste the will is to oppose the largest love in one life. This can be beautifully cinematic. It is to spite one's nose in a Bruegel snoot fashion.

To imagine the dog ass smell is proverb.






THIS SENTENCE...


You couldn't stuff.






THOR

Big Wish comments
Part One
the forest I walk.
Am I supposed to own billows?
This rose aches.

But. Just.

Put it through
poetry's anal
pilates like Thursday.






YOU'RE NOT MY CLOVERLEAF

And don't say that then or I feel I like my foil and for a bit I'm a mess bumbling about a flower a cloverleaf I am perhaps a bee, illness is Folly, rarely & his working notes originally penned "Folly up to a fish." A Wall who was a man represented sexual excess or something. Then some old pothead love mossed-over doesn't do anything for me. Are what the consequences are in point to sail? I admit I love human geese. I admit I love cemeteries intoning Victorian clepsydras. I've dated myself furiously. Advantage ear. I hear Neruda's Fountain World has opened in New Jersey, a museum like a book held open by a bunch of Chilean grapes. I stole someone last night. But it wasn't you.

Because (don't hate me) I think of you more as grapplefruit.





JOY I

had with Joe and step skies for 1970 something




I BECOME BERLIN, PA

Here's 64 Proverbs either they had started as Proverbs
or had that one been religious CHANGED!)
Quakers became Shakers and celibately disappeart
Edward Gorey had his Elephant House
"Greet disaster with half a box of ears"
the Ancient Greeks always said
That too a Proverb
I know sure as a wallpaper floater
you have your own set of Proverbs
I fell through some ultramarine dour
garden behind an abandoned Shaker dwelling
one summer day I fell in love
with the furniture that had forgotten the people
was in love with the empty rooms
It was I think 2:55 PM
There were no other people
There was still a silo
People felt it dutiful to reach felt it

to vanish Doling out the limit





LOVE

to people There will
be a reach a felt
Doling Out of a limit



LOVE

It's rather a will well

than a well will.