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“Is anyone anywhere happy?”
Pocket watch, I tick well. The streets are lizardy crevices Sheer—sided, with holes where to hide. It is best to meet in a cul—de—sac, A palace of velvet With windows of mirrors. There one is safe, There are no family…
It happens. Will it go on? —— My mind a rock, No fingers to grip, no tongue, My god the iron lung That loves me, pumps My two Dust bags in and out, Will not Let me relapse While the…
Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing. I want to fill it with color and ducks, The zoo of the new Whose name you meditate — April snowdrop, Indian pipe, Little Stalk without wrinkle, Pool in which images…
The engine is killing the track, the track is silver, It stretches into the distance. It will be eaten nevertheless.Its running is useless. At nightfall there is the beauty of drowned fields, Dawn gilds the farmers like pigs, Swaying slightly…
Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children. Cold as snow breath, it tamps the womb Where the yew trees blow like hydras, The tree of life and the tree of life Unloosing their moons, month after month, to no purpose.…
The hills step off into whiteness. People or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them. The train leaves a line of breath. O slow Horse the colour of rust, Hooves, dolorous bells – All morning the Morning has been blackening,…
Your brother will trim my hedges! They darken your house, Nosy grower, Mole on my shoulder, To be scratched absently, To bleed, if it comes to that. The stain of the tropics Still urinous on you, a sin. A kind…
The womb Rattles its pod, the moon Discharges itself from the tree with nowhere to go. My landscape is a hand with no lines, The roads bunched to a knot, The knot myself, Myself the rose you acheive—- This body,…
Will they occur, These people with torso of steel Winged elbows and eyeholes Awaiting masses Of cloud to give them expression, These super-people! – And my baby a nail Driven, driven in. He shrieks in his grease Bones nosing for…
The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve. On their blotter of fog the trees Seem a botanical drawing — Memories growing, ring on ring, A series of weddings. Knowing neither abortions nor bitchery, Truer than women, They seed…