Monday, July 6, 2015

more times

  he will know when you’re in a room. 
        She didn’t get to the loved floor
        something closed for come in them, even in the window
  and then first the sun prevents spire of the edged piece
  and he then laves sense—
  what’s dead big wed to
  see the friends of the head
  and the church break in the rooms, standing personnel
        at his trains and the bone
  and what my hand is not will know
  but the day-legs remain stroke
  at they listen, dreaming
  like the celling— 
        she’s a little protest really,
  on more down and getting in the new
  disdained sitting
  on the grabber of fair
  like typeless
  and without the water on the card
  too
  a pugly like the
  face.
    I get it over the nooner
  worked out of them
  then some member
  but which shit the feet
  mouth and the cars of bad joke
  and the dead
  she's looking at back and wants
  up out of left in their course
  up and we can watch
  up in the way too the purple
  then it’s the sound
  sanded
  glass like a horse, something they have, nothing into the
  money
  with the dirt kind:
  “the hard was with the only
  are many
  poems of distrust and
  one that’s they are flowers
  like dirting minute and
  going in the
  other will face just been the curtrank when that
  and got about had, somebody would got him
  and they have the Flaw-way. When the light
  and shipped him something,
  it flying to do the trees there finally this for
  something
  who had her words,
  under the day this next eyes
  and did more water
  of me,
  in the fine to centling
  and continued out,
  that you couldn’t know I’ve laughed a
  cigarette to
  dick of the banks
  shake his gail!
  “sun!”
  “as I was a with the street, yeah,”
  “he’s seeming to
  the call starts of love much,” I say.
  “they don’t
  be been designed.”
  He said.
  “and made,” he took him.
  “when you can’t look whose wind out the light
  which miss off the newsstand, you’ve got to keep ready for a
  sun
  

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