Little tapers leaning lighted diag… Stuck in coffin tables of the Caf… Leaning to the breath of baited bo… Like young poplars fringing the L… Eyes that are full of love

Face of the skies preside over our wonder. Fluorescent truant of heaven

I am the centre Of a circle of pain Exceeding its boundaries in every… The business of the bland sun Has no affair with me

The human cylinders Revolving in the enervating dusk That wraps each closer in the myst… Of singularity Among the litter of a sunless afte…

A silver Lucifer serves cocaine in cornucopia To some somnambulists of adolescent thighs

We might have coupled In the bed-ridden monopoly of a mo… Or broken flesh with one another At the profane communion table Where wine is spilled on promiscuo…

Midnight empties the street Of all but us Three I am undecided which way back To the left a boy

The Normal Monster sings in the Green Sahara The voice and offal of the image of God make Celtic noises

The threewomen who all walked In the same dress And it had falling ferns on it Skipped parallel To the progress

IN pressing the material to derive its essence, matter becomes deformed. AND form hurtling against itself is thrown beyond the synopsis of vision. THE straight line and the circle are t...

Curie of the laboratory of vocabulary she crushed the tonnage

The toy become the aesthetic archetype As if some patient peasant God had rubbed and rubbed