the rose is dying the lips of an old man murder the petals hush

swi( across! gold’s rouNdly )ftblac k1(ness)y

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

it is funny, you will be dead some… By you the mouth hair eyes,and i m… the unique and nervously obscene need;it’s funny.  They will all be… knead of lustfulhunched deeplytopl…

in the rain- darkness,     the sunset being sheathed i sit and think of you the holy

O Thou to whom the musical white… offers her lily inextinguishable, taught by thy tremulous grace brav… Implacable death’s mysteriously sa… rob from her redolent shoulders,

spring omnipotent goddess thou dos… inveigle into crossing sidewalks t… unwary june-bug and the frivolous… thou dost persuade to serenade his lady the musical tom-cat,thou stuf…

i have loved,let us see if that’s… Bit into you as teeth,in the stone of a musical fruit.  My lips pleas… on your taste.  Jumped the quick w… of your smile into stupid gardens

I have seen her a stealthily frail flower walking with its fellows in… of light,against whose enormous cu… exactly cubes of tiny fragrance tr… i have watched certain petals rapi…

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

when i have thought of you somewha… much and am become perfectly and simply Lustful….sense a gradual st… of beginning muscle,and what it wi… to me before shutting….understand

writhe and gape of tortured    perspective    rasp and graze of splintered normality