tobacco crumb mixed with apple peels. your ass your beauty. your come cry, icry seraphim. of beauty. whose eyes killed me. yer ass. dark. yer skin dark. black er than oil.brighter than gold. pardox of flame. desire. you smoke. stand . watch. i with templed adore. my cock a king to sing sweet to you. Lady lady back to back black one.
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was for you like the wind that cried over the babies
over sea in spite of the nights
which hammered in their hell noise
and your plastered saint made sense
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simple spin of lover in the cool night
summer made smiles work for thee and me
my thouing across the center of the universe
weir and weird play and stay
like this we see the crooked night invert gardens
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remember the word is the poem you wrote
a thought for her to think as she holds it in her hand
a crooked pilaster a wooden bowl a jewel of substance
the transcendent singer of her heart not a coat
for summer and winter but my walking through memory and
pain which makes the face's difference a vowel separate
standing a part solitary in its quietness not noticing
the things you recalled when strolling and parked you
picked the things which meant the most to earth and other poets
radical sun worker across Nineveh and sky between the lassoed
letter S that occurred at each dot in the magnificent
earth world, the magnificent dead word back to life,
leap back like Christ might out of the grave,
Now wouldn't that be a hope, Mister proxy in the middling
earth
A coat not a jacket where loves are gentled
a verb to hum your hallowing in not penalted
by the racket
I see her many times, her forms were manifold
still I could not reach, and were these eyes mine
were they the ones to undo a woman's cold
body repelling back suitors and eyes nine
and ten and twenty times a day saddled with hate?
I don't know dear Doctor I am not the one to know.
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Come on home with me in my pain of isolation compose with
me the silly refrains of referee and lust, come off the street
with me. Come fuck my brains out , pull my pants
off
cough
as I
cough
come as I
go
and go
as we go go go googoo goo goo
in the double backed beast and beat
of our heart-rendered breath beat and fuck english literature all its trapping
let's go Irish and the Irish will and quill and the languuage
a living vibrating harp of desire
So you on the bus, come home with me tonight tomorrow
come be love and we shall lusters be
comers be and comer and commingle
It's the way it went we had nothing to build on
and I with my father was abandoned in the well
of lined lonesomeness
I saw you at the bus stop last night
you changed your clothes at last
what happened did you get money at finally?
when some man approached you and spoke with you
your face became a mask of suspicion and hatred
sad this world of hatred and suspicions
precisions of death and notaries
For the fellowship of the spirit I owe this spot
of ground which is swirling which swirls past space
for the laughter of my friend John M in his car
last night, and for C. whose funeral I didn't attend,
and for Coleen whose funeral I also didn't attend,
but whose blithe spirit I knew, loved, and
cherished as she cherished the song of herself in
all its days and nights
so we let go we let go let go of hands and circles
and come to pray in the spinning circle of the sky
as we see and swear past all our swearing
and running and I am running and you
are too
But running to god , an escape into reality
a flight toward Love and reality
and not just merely to be loved, because O how so boring
But to Love, yes to Love others
lost & found in the group self of love
foundered found refunding the step foot ~ .
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