lofty dusk - an antimodernist verse_ draft

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Dawn loft
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no nonsense dawn 800 miles away
aloft crofted
the fiddle-faddle of lies repent
the naming crowd of peevish pedlars
against Sunset boulevard

Once there was eternity
playing in my yard
against the pediment pavement of desire and lost
on the promenade walking again I am breath crossed
by the body's weird maniac
frilled by the spring lover of chance
I go to exile _ a little Ovid here
ladies and gentlemen
as I pray past the tossed charm
of what once was
now no longer in the nosology
of birth its streaming ride
near my fence
and you
are the fun castle of my stream
and beams the only occident
sun of these instincts and suckers
up my breath
Honeyed lips I wanted walking
around the miracle tide
desire in your legs and
eyes the way your face
tilted back
turned away

slightly ever so takes the little breath
I have away
and I would give it all to you
excitement enthusiasm rushes touches
feel spears alarm hunger
word smack caress
around the sings
your body giving me forever
the one thing
the forgiven
in the beast making two backs
how many looks and time
I turned off away
face your fire
the mystery man
desire ramming
my way to the back
stayed still till you passed
how many times of tunes


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