Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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the boys i mean are not refined they go with girls who buck and bi… they do not give a fuck for luck they hump them thirteen times a ni… one hangs a hat upon her tit
this out of within itself moo ving lump of twilight squirts a tw… ne like nothing verdi slightly knu as and some six cents hit the whig… shaped hathole thangew yelps one s…
i’ll tell you a dream i had once i… a bar the bar was made of brass ha… lying on the bar it was cOOl i di… Hot and the bar was COOl
(one!) the wisti-twisti barber -pole is climbing people high,up-in tenements talk.in sawdust Voices
i thank You God for most this ama… day:for the leaping greenly spirit… and a blue true dream of sky; and… which is natural which is infinite… (i who have died am alive again to…
my sonnet is A light goes on in the toiletwindow,that’s straightac… my window,night air bothered with… sort of sublimated tom-tom which quite outdoes the mandolin-
will suddenly trees leap from wint… the stabbing music of your white y… wounded by my arms’ bothness (say a twilight lifting the fragil… of new leaves’ voices,and sharp li…
ladies and gentlemen this little g… with the good teeth and small impo… (is it the Frolic or the Century… ones memory indignantly protests) this little dancer with the tighte…
Humanity i love you because you would rather black the… success than enquire whose soul da… watch-chain which would be embarra… parties and because you
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill
this(let’s remember)day died again… again;whose golden, crimson dooms… an oceaning abyss of orange dream larger than sky times earth:a flam… sould immemorially forevering am—
in Just- spring when the world is mud… luscious the little lame baloonman whistles far and wee
may i feel said he (i’ll squeal said she just once said he) it’s fun said she (may i touch said he
when faces called flowers float ou… and breathing is wishing and wishi… but keeping is downward and doubti… —it’s april(yes, april;my darling)… yes the pretty birds frolic as spr…