1924
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Face of the skies preside over our wonder. Fluorescent truant of heaven
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
The human cylinders Revolving in the enervating dusk That wraps each closer in the myst… Of singularity Among the litter of a sunless afte…
This misalliance follows the custom for female children To adhere to maternal practices While the atheist father presides…
a lyric elixir of death embalms the spindle spirits of your hour g… on moon spun nights sets
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
Cyclones of ecstatic dust and ashes whirl crusaders from hallucinatory citadels
The toy become the aesthetic archetype As if some patient peasant God had rubbed and rubbed
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…
Ostracized as we are with God The watchers of the civilized wast… reverse their signals on our track Lepers of the moon all magically diseased
Spawn of Fantasies Silting the appraisable Pig Cupid his rosy snout Rooting erotic garbage “Once upon a time”
A silver Lucifer serves cocaine in cornucopia To some somnambulists of adolescent thighs
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...
Midnight empties the street Of all but us Three I am undecided which way back To the left a boy