TUMTITUMTIDDLE if sometimes my eyes stay at home then my mouth will go out into the East side, my mouth goes to the peddlers, to the peddlers of smooth, fruits of eager colours of the little, huddling nuts and the bad candies my, mouth loves melons slitted with bright knives, it stains itself, with currants and cherries it (swallow’s bun chesofnew grapes likeGree n A r e b u b b l e s asc end-ing inthecarts my, mouth is, fond of tiny plums of tangerines and apples it will, Gorge indistinct palishflesh of laZilytas tingg OO seberries, it, loves these better than, cubesandovalsof sweetness but it swallow) s greedily sugaredellipses it does not disdain picKles, once, it, ate a scarlet pepper and my eyes were buttoned with pain
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is there anything my ears love it’s to go into the east Side in a. dark street a hurDyguardY with thequeer hopping ghosts of children. my, ears know the fuZZy tune that’s played by the Funny hand of the paralyticwhose dod de ring partner whEEl shi min chb yi nch along the whirlingPeaceful furious street people drop, coppers into, the littietin-cup His wrappedupbody Queerly Has, my, ears, go into Hassan’s place the kanoonchir ping the bigtwittering zither-and the mealy, ladies dancing thicklyfoolish, with, the, tam, bou, rine,s And the violin spitting squeakysongs into the cuspidor-col ouredRoom and, my ears bend to the little silent handorgan propping the curve of the tiny motheaten old manwhose Beard rests. onthetopwhose silly, Hand revolves, perfectly, slowlywith, the handle ofa crankin It The L’s roar tortures-pleasantly myears it is, like the, Jab: of a dark tool. With a cleverjeRk in itlike the motionofa Sharp Knife-sN appingof fadeadf ish’ shead Or, the whipping of a blackSnake cu tSudden ly in 2 that, writhes… A..lit.tleora basket of RipeBlackbeRRies emptied suddenl (y down the squirming sPine of the) unsuspecting street;
THE YELLOW EYES AND — ;i Like to Lie On My Couch at Christopher Street For my stomach goes out into The east side my sex sitting upright on the stomach like A billiken with hisknees huggedtogether it, goes out into the rapid hard women and intotheslow hot women my Stomach ruBSiTSElf kew-re-ous-ly a mong Them (among their stomachs andtheir sexes ) stomachsofold pe o pleLike hideous vegetaBles weazEned with-being-put-too-long in windows and never sold and couldn’t-be-given-away because Who? wanted them, stomachslikEDead fishe s s olemnandputrid vast, stomachs bLurting and cHuckling like uninteresting-landscapes made interesting by earTHQuake empty stomachsClenche Dtothe beautiful-curveofhunger, cHuBby stomachs which have not, known other stomachs and their Sexis a Lone ly, flower whose secretloveliness hur.ts itse; i.f to no-thing signifi-cant stomachs:Who carry-tadpolels,, stomachs of little, girls smoothanduseless i, like, best, the, stomachs, of the young (girls silky and lewd) like corn s l e n derl y tottering in sun-light
THE nobody (knows and WhoEver would)? dance lewd dollies pretty and putrid dollies of-love-and-of-death dollies of perfect life,
dollies of anyway
VIOLIN