my mind is a big hunk of irrevocable nothing… taste and smell and hearing and si… chipping with sharp fatal tools in an agony of sensual chisels i p…

Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill

i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved           the far-

somebody knew Lincoln somebody Xe… this man:a narrow thudding timesha… plus innocuous winking hands, care… inhabits number 1 on something str… Spring comes

O It’s Nice To Get Up In,the sl… of her riant belly’s fooling bore —When The Sun Begins To(with a p… of hot subliminal lips,as if a sco… of youngest angels suddenly should…

hush) noones are coming out in the gloam ing together are

why did you go little fourpaws? you forgot to shut your big eyes. where did you go?

the poem her belly marched through… one army.   From her nostrils to h… she smelled of silence.   The insp… of her glad leg pulled into a sole… my separate lusts

light cursed falling in a singular… her,rain-warm-naked … (little careful hunks-of-lilac lau… from the world prettily upward,moc…

I will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burn… I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive

the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility