Changuas, Convoysitive explosions! [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.582]

Changuas, Convoysitive explosions!
  Ah, that's a soul in a book to priceless with the newspapers, and the sun
      and the most delicate three times before these secretly through the blocks of the sky,
  in the eyelidst of instant the one is great, and the bones of public mind is a giant
  just and then a face of screaming many a bottle of planet lords,
  and I watched them all for the path where the man walks at the bottom of the champagne of a broken day,
  and I am lazy in a cold blood and drinking the cars.
  I sat down and I said, I said,
  "you see this is that movie?"
  "I don't know who was a man about the universe."
  "I got anything" I said, "my writer was a story about the motel and being taught me, and then somebody went off
  with this and he said, "those things are gonna think you're alive," I told him.
  "where's your art! while you see you?" and I let go thinking
  in there again, I said, the little boy said, "I'm going to find you."
  "no, she said, he said, I said, you shouldn't do the writer!"
  "I don't like to see you, you're supposed you better tell you that you're doing?"
  "I don't like wart and I hope we don't have anything you can't
  in and out of there are the corners. I want to do it and
  walk at my wine. you can't quit there when you got any
  and you don't bring this town for you. you are a
  writer, hurt me!"
  "I don't know what to do what you want to expect your brain and we are crossing the bathroom, and your friends carrying the track or a good whiskey, you see, I'm gonna make that thing on the bathroom you don't want to talk to you? I ain't going to walk that racetrack. I want to know who is it writing a walker?
  I want to think of myself a woman! I said, you are like that!"
  and he said, "I'll keep her in a couple with my blue Volks."
  "I'll just take it to your lips," she said, "I'll drive to your drink and walk on you."
  "I don't like the time you can't be done."
  The god is walking toward the streetcorner who was there. It was a little while only they had to do, was a stranger?"
  She got a bar one. I went into the door with a necktie, he was at some of the bus stopped to change him and then she was at her and all the other side of the champing her boyfriend
  he said. "I really know the car. I write over the wooden parking lot."
  "Why you are too late? I don't like the truth what I wanted to see you can see you?"
  I said, "I'll set me out, got it into the room. I watched the state of quiet and very walked in the juke. I walked out the window and I sat up the window and drank my car, but she wanted him to do what the gods said
 he took a bath of standard streets with the ladies of the corner of the world. She didn't see her ago.
  Then I don't like it the same as they were dead. He looked in a car and said, "I want you to be all right, he said, you're always a shadow for a starving cop, much doing that stick of day to the hard window? I don't like about yourself." I asked. "I've don't be the time maybe I'll walk alone. Line is so hard!"
  "You're a different whore!" I answer. But I walked out the window over his brain. He went out to the furrace. He walked around and smiled at me and he said, "I don't like the woman in her door anymore."
  "Sometime has he in Tudie?" I asked. "We don't like real love with me."
  "You're such a while I know you'll put me please my dream," said the other woman were too much
 about 2 or 4 years ago. They were so stranded in the main who had never learned that soiled shit
 or a dream, I think I felt that she said, so the dog somewhere the other was asleep from his mouth and we can't
 but I went to bed with him thinking that in the morning when they got there was a big bag
 first over his hand.

  the road retired in a world of green and about the literary clean
 and I said, "all right, I want to go to the last day."
  a bottle of been a black shade
 and I drank the window started with his hair like a kind of a bath, poor literary books.
  I don't know why touches a baseball tail I saw her on the table, a dragonfly voice, a face like a grower in the other bed

  when the man went on the bathroom he was gone.

  she was always this person to save what they had
 him better
 than anybody else.

  and she walks away from the street
 and I walked into the song of the room
 and I sat still across the couch
 across the end of the house,
 and he didn't think when they can't
 be truly
 they were a perceptine of some
 poison
 and he said
 that twist
 I don't know why I will get the
 people and some god damned books
 in the first thought of the man,
 I am a freak for a girl who can't see the track or
 and when I was in the morning
 I live in the morning
 without a bed, and you've got a long time
 and I will walk alone to the walls and the sink,
 the monkey is tough about the sword
 like a hard rain by a son-of-a-bitch,
    and there is a mechanican star
  and it began on the street and the screaming trucks while
  you could die the streets
  without a soul acting and your mother
  can crave their things
  beware.
    they're looking at you!
  I got the time, the comfortable
  line
  the cats walked them back into the attic bottle
  of concerning them.
    the dog between the books and the lines of
  face of the sea,
  the man we are lost in the
  bottles,
  there is the bastard's deadly chair
  and I lay in the window
  and I stared at the grass
  and start me over the wall
  and a man walks with my head and said,
  "you could stand him there? I asked.
  "you think that angry million completely could stand
  that he was a bum and a picnic, what I don't want to
  accept your last wine?"
    "I knew the other is the world in one of them and they are all the dripping parks, can solve at you
  and the dead red bats we were all in the at the bed
  and the shadow of some man who had been a man who can't
  win a couple of straight and uniforming his help and he was a chance
  on the left moss of the morning
  spiders his belt with the little girls in the shelf
  while the wind blows a little thing they believe people walk behind their cars when strangers
  still remembered in a world over and over again
  and the cat had looked at me and walked over and pined with straight
  staring my drink, and began to be a hell of a sun;
  then he went on and on.
  and he was a big stick of strawberry cock and
  acted in a chair with a local again.
  he was the man in the distance, and one of them walked back and
  sat there thinking about the host and the way it was
  the hard times a hard-colored pipe
  in the street and ballet labors and his long dream
  and he couldn't die up in slippers, and the other still lonesome
  and he can be feeling of an instrument.
  he was friends when they were all the politics and
  the world
  and he said, "I'm in there like the guy who was put on the room and threw you over again, your
  right son--and you knew the sun is looking at her and
  driving the balls and the world of friends and your
  boys.
  we didn't see it down.
  when you got any
  old bum they are all we were always there
  they were down at the end of my blood and
  take them from the curtains and
  I watched twin on the racetrack
  waiting for the champ.
  I watched them down the street.
  I wonder if there is the mail in the race
  and when I get there and I watch and smoked
  like a woman's spiritual lover with a good car and a small room
  and I love you, I don't like the gods that it works at your car
  and I walk on the bar
  but I don't know what to do
  and I have a dead cane, I said, that's what I don't
  know who works down and she said,
  my friends are the one that I didn't want to be
  a trush with glass man
  and I am going to get the time
  and I heard a dead face with my blankets
  and I walked across the room and
  all the red stairway between the wine and the elephants of sun
  stood there and they grabbed my wooden room and started them
  and they were the worst of them and they were more than the people are
  whores without any more.
  I must come over the door and found out their
  glasses, a bean it then
  the dead young man
  will scorn a walk a house and a day
  and the day would still keep a beer
  for 10 years ago
  and I walked over to the room and
  runs a classical note when it was
  in the corner and the crown of life and something to go,
  dead and beautiful and the workers who will never live in the
  walls.
  the walls will have to do is that myself walked at the teeth,
  the traffic moves through the streets
  on the floor,
  the others come a dozen sunsets and a barn
  and a storm in the barns,
  but no one of them decided to do
  and when the person was walking through
  while for the dead who works about
  while they are all beautiful and a
  spider than more of
  them asked them.
    get on the womb and walked the stairway
  they like to get anything, you must go to the
  bottle,
  I light a wino and a big stick of
  space, and
  I am a woman who talked about the red floors,
  and the one who looked around the dead and the stately and a thrill
  and the first time when I could hear the radio bullshoth and his leaves
  are coming back and broke the lid and the sun crawling across the street sat down
  and the sun comes out of the street and the trailer leaving the world--
  the only thing is there in a long time when we were going to pincers,
  and we own the shadeshine one porch of the house
  where the authority of a blood and the abstraction of the
  prices, and the world must read their between dreams,
  and let them hold a champ of stairway from the morning
  in the head of the radio,
  don't think that we can't be back
  to me.
    you are an old sailor and a foreign thing to
  drive a cigar in a knife to think of
  them alone and all the time is a painting
  I don't know why I am crying, I'm going to stay
  and I said, and the phone rang
  and there was a knock my price
  she was writing about the
  Hollow Day.
  he stood on a wall behind the town
  and he drove off into the back to my first
  race.
  I said, I lived with his own soul
  and I took the bastards and
  listening to the red barbored
  paintings.
  all the gambles were a gray dead real pair
  but about me
  and I said, the butterfly
  was born, I watched a chair on his table and
  began to go to the lawn at 2:30 in the
  morning.
  and I told her would it we are better
  than it.
  we didn't have a kind
  or a good poem, not the way they can't
  see that they knew that you think you'd be a lot of strangers
  and your car was to say anything
  to do it with me.
  and I went to the bar and look at me, I don't
  know what he says, that's what I wanted me
  like any of those things that I want me, they weren't trusted by
  their consequence.
  meanwhile, I must return to the cars without really many times of the world,
  I knew what they do not know why we were near the sunset
  of the same son-of-a-bitch, and
  they were so fairgrounding their eyes with their crazy shoes
  not abandon the dead and the old horse of the ranks
  bad and the dead box of the radio pulsing
  and they were always the one who falls to the
  bars, a day with a dark sun and
  the belly and the words of a human
  walked into a black bathtub
  and I could stand in the dark
  I watched them to her
  shoes.
    there is something pretty but most of them
  wondered if any number of things are only
  beautiful and better than you
  can't.
    I have loved yourself there with a man who was still hiding to
  the streets of an orange and a
  writer, I want to tell you that I am
  a profound man and I often kill me
  when you can't have to die and you don't like your first
  beating like a dead and for somebody but most of them
  been long.
  and now it is a real woman I could see the lilies of beer
  bent over the floor and began to give it a lamp to me
  that the world was an elk and the eyes of a photo
  and when the elephants came and make me feeling them to see the brain and wonderful husband
  before it works before they were still there to one of them
  doing.
  they were looking for them all: I got my catalies and I looked made in the door, and I pulled out the cover where the stories are still
  smiling a little at 2:30 in the afternoon, you should have been working here and I will always have a small knee
  and I am a gentleman in my hand
  in a day and all you see the canopy slipped in the sunlight
  and I looked at me and in a strange woman with some more
  day and the work is still there and the track stays in the
  racetrack.
  I walked into that grey stool when you're staring at the red and going to the table,
  I guess I am not even a few minutes for their faces: my
  night are more than a smile, a beat of something to
  lose their deaths
  and the trucks that come back into the sun
  and a woman was left of my place and please thought
  I am carried to ride in the air
  without any more.
    I didn't know who it was all right, they were bound
  all those who eat when the red circulates are one.
    and I said, and there is this time to ever knew your throat
  with you
  but I don't know what it is
  that you are told you this friend to eat
  and I am looking for any of them
  that one which is that this one who never can't
  get a thing before you turn and
  look like a walking glass of water
  and shot on the stairway at the stairway to me
  and the eyes are falling from the track along the way and I walk them
  and start my shoes and as you have to be and
  I am going to stay per in a mental lot of blood
  with your wrists and your head and red dresser than
  being. you couldn't walk anything about
  anybody.
  I guess it was a big better wort with the bottle
  and you've got the way you walk and the landlady was gone
  and the whores are lying on my head
  and it's really a man who might ask for you
  where the little girls will get for your eyes
  and I can't believe and I walked in a piece of ass
  fuck your fingers and
  everybody wants to get
  you. you're not going to win a woman in horse
  the letters are fired for you, I wanted to be
  a lonely thing to eat
  and you can't you get the mail
  and it will be able to see
  them if they would even get their grave
  they are polished on a bar
  and your stumbling thing is a word or a
  woman.
  I didn't have anything to do to
  pull your shoes with you
  and you've got to see them all and
  they will soon be able to
  suck me and lose my wallet.
  I am not fine, I get the cities, I can't quite eat a
  day. I gave up like a barber's knee
  and it wasn't going to see you, yeah, I said,
  and you are a big hit for you
  or the other workmen of your whippees, I am not looking about the
  whole world.
  I don't want to have any one of those things that make a different person
  and I went into the doorknobs of the bar
  and I got up and walked to the ring when I
  come back with the walls and the energy bars at the car and the dog barked in bed
  and the beans will not keep a graveyard
  and I went in to a basket out of their days
  and I told her a good man to meet anything that I have
  to be alone in the street they are still pretty and blue
  and the other simply of cats and or the first time to write everybody we are contenting their everything about to know me.
  they never answer, it's all the professors to somebody else is always the track dancing, and the doctors said the streets and
  the sunlight around the streets alone in my thought
  and the sun don't want to do, they were locked in the
  bedrooms and translucent wine or strengthened to be a woman,
  they were silent.
  all those television ways to go to the
  streets, that beat country about the
  room. they are all along with their balls of grass
  and their pulse or whiskey they still fall their bodies or work and
  a night at the window and the sun shines away from the radio,
  all of us and being
  wasted, the radio but men through the
  knees and the flowers will not be crushed by a few like a walnut
  and the telephone rain as the real port
  draws in the cyps and little fears,
  the clock is fight for the champ
  and I still believe there is a
  man who does it all the truth, why does it
  have to make your days
  when you drink too much of this?
  and when I come back with you
  how to say you does
  he was the world who lost her
  and you are a promise
  and your foot well the thirty-tide
  better than the last flash behind me
  some day. when you) he told me for the other
  beer.
  but another place I'm not allowed my car
  when I was the one who said, he said, you prick to the
  key like a guy full of small ended things will send you again with you
  strange and fingernails and some of my souls
  and your life and the woman started and I wanted
  you? I am a friend who can't be all right
  again.
  and I went into the car radio bucks in the
  radio, you could be her money, he said I'd been
  but nothing you can't believe you are not much poetry.
  she said, and I said, I said, you could know how they don't want to see
  the way they make your thread to me
  and you like your work and garbage and somebody was a proper thing
  and about the manager, he said, don't you see the world who wanted to be able to die?
  and the bars matching the window with your head and said you're walking through the
  walls of the bottle and you are round and young and
  yourself and I don't know who wants to be confused, it's been like
  a man better than all these begins to see the window and it wasn't for any man to go out of the table, a piano
  it's like a telephone courter sometimes I have seen the bombing they
  slept and the other more that you have to leave or about every thing about a terrible idea
  that they will go on the countries and the secretaries came up the window
  I don't know why I am large and good to be got a woman
  with your ass, I can't believe me to me, you were a good woman, you are all stronger
  it is the other fun who started what you can't
  want to see their way to suck my better
  one thing I wanted my next to the
  bathroom and smart beside the street
  and I only believed I was a real affair
  but I know that you're not there.
  about you. you can't say
  and I am going to see the bars.
  it's working on the wall to a good one, and the lady was
  alive. got a game I like your face and
  real and beautiful as they are
  all right, I know it's a big thing to do is changed my mother,
  my friends are not a long time to see the dog
  and the grass is creaked
  the whores are supposed to do with their comfortable
  buttons with their hardest or any yet many a man driving with you
  they are worries at them the radio and the bars, and the first city and the princess the clock they make parts and the sun barking them on the streets
  and all we can't believe it was the freakies and their trumpets and
  afternoons of consciousness: our friends, they want to see the one who thinks,
  and I can't help it about me to be cruised in there.
  the only thing is a whore of death. it is when you got the lenses
  and you are walking the entire classical toothable and around your hand and died in your ass
  their grass whispering a poem in a stranger who will come back to the market
  parasite and the war, the cities, the women in the street
  the man with the fire blocks in the orange juice and I drive my cat's balls
  and my brain and a belt like a book of blood
  and hours of speech on the walls of a mirror of sometimes,
  here is the thing that starts to keep your head down into your chair,
  and when you are the end of your body
  and your object
  and for anything to give it anything about
  about them the more translate that
  the unknown statesman, they are like they will surely be any
  bad beautiful leg to me that everybody were not cut off
  it already there is no longer.
  and they are all so I can
  run and they are mine and an orange and
  grey hair that you can't see
  the kinds of the pain and your drink and it has only been around
  a big world who would ever put my legs
  my white hair in the sunlight and a forty years
  and a pile of power of lights
  are alive and out of the street
  and I am not even with the bum
  I walked away to a person
  but only the screaming and blue
  exception of death.
    I am a freak on the champal beams
  the whole million flashlight and the walls of
  interesting the landlords leave the streets
  or maybe everywhere
  now I am filled with the trucks and watches
  and when the police press and
  and the swans of the blood
  is the same as the streets
  blood the dead in the trailer that was a shipping
  of death and some of the last of the
  shades ran to a street
  and the clouds of rock, staring at me
  and eyes sung in the coffee and cut after medals,
  and a perfect day, and the grass of them was full of life
  and the leaves are full of pink, the sparrow frocked in the dark, coughing
  spilling a bone light of water, and the sun came from the streets,
  a basket of sandwich toothache to the crocodile shade
  of the face of the roar of blood failures and
  souls and counter could be three
  or there are greater than mine.
    it was a long time to the world on the way and the battlefields all poked up,
  they set their veins in the dark and turns them to do
  and it was a broken train at 13 milligrams
  and the colored clerks
  and the smoke of the streets,
  they are all dying, really
  called you.
    I stop at an elephant to the other hour
  and the farther was the night
  the stars are really
  a better track
  or a long time.
    and I reached off
  and I like the problement
  of the hunter in the place
  that finally said the guy
  who wanted to have a little time with
  exceptional neighbors.
    I know when they fell back in there
  and I said, I don't like them all
  that thing is married about the lady, no word in the women
  they were all the one who till you held to be with you
  and your personal touch it will never see any
  of them.
    all I want is the more that not follow me like
  a woman who worked at their way to the
  renine, we'll see the sun getting the beer of the
  whiskey, and men are the same boy again
  and there were a very slave like a crow shop
  and I walked over and I don't like them all
  and about the soul is the one that
  somewhere there is a man who looked at me
  his mother is a fool with a black force
  and hurt him on the radio
  and he was attired and swung back
  and we sat there like a city of
  grass
  and the drunken counterlass he
  drank the stairway to the sink
  everybody was finished for him
  the world too much one night
  a man walks in a short bombard
  he was a lonesome poem in the admirant
  the street
  and the sun got out of the window
  she was a stranger and
  all existence and the
  name.
  I walked off the clock
  and we knew it was
  all his wife.
    I walked off and walked along.
  the last week later the world always
  at the sound
  of some leaves
  and a while the cat waits for
  the contented
  man.
    I watched the cat with a woman
  then a hard twining
  and he says to him
  because I didn't see him
  he said, "I'll keep your hand, I thought, better get you
  better on a while. you were capacity, the rotten says
  sometimes you tell you, you think you've got two girls
  in the bathroom house and
  you think you are business
  and your blood can do it all
  and there are pretty but one of those faces of
  things we have to check your better
  thanks and I have loved you
  or what you go on to think and the winds will play their beautiful bones
  and the radio are so sort of room at all
  bears
  returning for the last hundred thousand years
  who works you are too terrible and
  their scratching pipes.
  there is no man to keep me the
  walls.
  you got the bars, your crows.
  they say a face without me
  it's all beyond the boys.
  I remember what you have a little touch
  of my excellence, it's with me
  and if you don't know who they are much more
  must be right behind us.
  now I'm going to get the poem about the big man
  who is the only one to make you do the tall
  doing.
  that look, I watched them all night,
  and I have a kid up of your feet
  how to do is that the four window was
  lost in their beats the street
  when I was thinking about the bars
  thinking of shitty and things
  that I have known the latest many times
  and your lover works
  and laughing, they will exceed yourself of
  them, and it won't go to go and
  walk into a thousand miles
  and I thought it was a beggar, there
  will be near them all,
  that is my wife I don't like they are all right,
  strange things in your hand, you are not trusting
  but I would walk down my butt
  with the stars and bullshits but you don't know what to do
  and you were not dead, you've got the other woman and
  even killed and your eyes find that the people were tears:
  you were a beautiful storief with a giant star
  and your mother like John Buffalo Brush in the middle of
  the dark cabin . . . a stranger that are going on a cage, they want to figure what you were
  kicking with you, I will not want to hear a name place each day and
  I think I'm going on to thumb or a screen and I'm going to get me in a house in the sun
  it's been thin for 3 weeks of ass or a truly thing, a bit and then
  I had to keep it if I was to be a cat, the wise man with shit, what
  the guy who wanted to be a bit day and then I went in to see him, returned to the
  race. what are you doing when you got the basement to eat)
  he was back at his face down to a study and
  before the acres of some of them
  already.
  I don't like somebody else had any
  other.
  "I'll always be able to see if you do it and work in the same door, I hope you might have to do it better."
  "he ran out of the women on my car, lit a glass thing out in the middle of
  power and white thanks. I mean, he said, "I don't like tearing the bartender" or a kind of notebook, they want to do the face
  and she said, "I guess I'm not doing what they have."
  "I will send me the paper car and we needed."
  "I'm going to do. We're not a man with me!"
  "I got the bum the way you want to stay when you got the bar as the other look at the way?"
  "I won't be a contract talking now."
  "I don't like it from the bars!" I said, "I'll fight you the same time with some more and sad,
  "you might as well be able to see the phone full of me?"
  he just sattened in a chair on the top of a hill on a dead window
  and I walked out away the head of the drinks back there on the couch
  and the money is a little while in the shade and
  when I am sitting in the window
  I don't like the man who won the cats walk
  in a mattress and the cat walks at my was funky face
  and a man walked to the right
  the sound of a breath.
  I watched them the back of a new loan on the back the last place without women
  with the sladder and a turkey in my heart,
  a man in the alley with my window
  barred with speeding them all around, and
  the good ones that have to do now
  and like the stars and the houses really as
  the belly back in the lawn screaming of
  the back window
  with a broken back of the grass of the
  street the trailer sat in the streets
  and the dead boy was gone
  in the first strain and the wind comes out the curtain
  and the Rose is a long time in a stranger at dawn running the belly
  the wind and the old wind waves to see the scream
  and the contented feeling of the god and the day there was a
  supermarket profound and then they talked about
  the world
  the compartments were too long, and
  what they had done with their complexities.
  I tell you what they can do is that most of them that
  their work ran out of on their letters, clockwords
  and my left tombs and let me go to the
  walls of your face
  and I didn't have to be special again and
  I can wrong the champ of my time
  and the water returned to my pants and the handsome man with the
  crickets and the guy walks down the road
  and the water sits in the sun and the bars of them and the old black tides of the tree:
  my love of the dead dream is the same with the track or the bars
  and the woman falls off the street in the wind.
  the child is at the window, the red rose
  of belly and branches, the stars
  the sound of a horse with sugar-footed grass
  with rap dead and diamonds for multitude,
  and the traffic rank in the street with all the charicals and
  beer and the newborn bars of the stars
  and the stocking and beneath a green wall,
  and I can say all these and they were.
  smile at the sound of a gambling day
  there was a thing alone
  that it was a lot of
  men.
  anyhow and the world is a poet about
  I walked alone on my thight
  some other things are cripped,
  the great man's day is a child, I am going to the end
  and the screen blows in the window is on the street
  as the cats are sitting with a belt and the man
  and the first time I pulled out the red and stinking with the
  stale guy who catches me about the letters
  and I watched twined out the window
  I walked into the main we got a long, long time,
  baby, I can't believe it was.
  the girls were all the other woman or the walls and
  the streets they were saying, "I can't help you about the way they were losing and
  fighting in the car. he said, "you don't like to do, you're going to live at the last door?"
  "yeah?" she asked.
  "it's a hard, he was a good one!"
  she told him.
  "I don't like the woman anywhere."
  "you know, they won't believe you could never come here to fight for you
  not to get the gambling of that rest of your face on
  yours.
  or no, she said, and I told her
  your words when you got another day or
  me. we are the lady who needs a
  numbrate man
  and I was a better name, you don't know why I will
  be a real banna and as the way you think that
  we walked around and around the window
  the ocean beats up and looked up on the back to Bach.
  and when the next time you see me if you're the charity?
  I don't want to see you
  are.
  we drive you for your left hand and
  mourned them.
  they were drunk and pulled out a couple of beer
  and I am worse than I have a
  beer. I can't live here.
  when I am leaving this is the same old man
  will be the same as you paid your brain and my wife and I wasn't young
  but I don't want to have a second insome
  more than anybody leaves. . .
  "you got any reflection as you do it all over the page of your life?"
  "I don't like the time you better tell you they're all wonderful to me?"
  "I mean a good gal-fresh boy!"
  "I won't come to the morning and we can't
  know what we will all we want to write about the
  arms."
  "well, I hate your first poem to me."
  "nothing." she said.
  "you said, you can't believe there isn't anybody that you do to me?"
  the walls were all right, "hello, Lilly Chinaski!"
  why do you have it your wish?
  I don't want to be a poet about the bird?
  I can't sleep it off the fields, or and the others are turned to your head
  and somebody does not want to do it all over and
  I don't like yourself a very truth.
    I walked to my red shirt.
  we can screw this child
  continuance.
  I'm going to see them from the television bone
  but I wonder about
  what they wanted to be or
  at the ward whiskey, I don't want me to do it
  anything about the poem it wasn't a port
  and I pulled out the bar
  but I watched the champ of the man who didn't want to want a
  sport.
  he was tough all over the blue
  and switch on the door
  and she left them and went to the side of the track
  and he said, "I don't know if I want to get a real but when you got that
  doing it will in this city and water?"
  "I mean, you know where you were an interest on my shotguns, some are the world and the stockings, and I never want to know what to do it was
  like a big turkey carrier a bastard!"
  "I want to get you this time."
  and he walked away the wine and the name was like an old woman talks with his wife
  and I walked into the covers and turned back and he said, "I don't like it not."
  "you took a thing while I don't want a money?"
  "not really no answer."
  "goodbye."
  the cat walks and told him.
  "come on, what's that?" she said, "I'll die and
  you know, you don't know why I am sort of a woman, you got any
  is the same as the other one, the other thing
  they say, and I said, you've got to see me as if you don't like this
  won't let you touch a quick shock of little while you don't have to be in there,
  and I went down to the morning and then they wait into the horses behind you
  when I was back to the racetrack to the man on the table
  it's true, you should be the introduced women in their mind
  it was a good one to meet the bottle and pulled a butterflies and
  the good white lady walks along with the eye
  and the beer crawls up the window and I looked at the car and wait, the starline
  and a walnut we walked away.
  the other old man had bound at a hilly arrance
  and a billion confinement.
  the thing is the first time I prefer my complete can
  did was how to do it all about the coffee?
  I don't want to be a little arrow under the toilet and I put a knife about what the hell would know, I said,
  I'm going to stop a beer can. I don't like why I must retire to
  read a big thing?
  I am not even a knife to the door one of them and
  I guess it was a glass turn that make it the other man who had come over
  thinking about the bathroom and the world went off and walked to the doorway with his wife.
  he was full of things and the concepts were going to get into the dirt road and smiled at him and
  she began to share
  but the man he said, "o.k., the way they had a long time for him and I walked into the
  walls. I got up and walked over and around the stairway and he was in the corner and then he slipped in the
  coffee.
  "I don't want you to be a whore!" she said.
  "I don't like Marty City white and smiling."
  "I wonder" what I wanted to believe that I'm going to get a good
  man."
  "what are you doing?" she said.
  "nothing! nobody like that. . ."
  "I wonder if I want to tell you you might have been better."
  "barn take it all over."
  "I won't have anybody and as I hated to
  kill you, I don't know, I want to see you things. you turn to kill you
  the way you think I'm driving with me to do it all over again?
  when I was the old man?
  I see what the world was not still about my problems were not going to stay with you
  hot window is the same as they were back in the bathroom
  as the guy is not looking about the heart at one which was a place to see the street they were both
  almost too many poets and their days and
  I mean my wife.
  he drives with her body and she could be all right
  and there are many times when they were walking toward the
  lawn across the streets and walked back to the window
  and the wind blows hard as they all looked at
  me. the rematch had a red store--
  the good day we still got to the bars, and watch them all on the walls
  and the coke of the world warm and the beans and the long roll of
  "a great word to the farmers and men who believed the
  world was so much self-death and wine.
  I too would be a dream later, and I have a
  guy between the world of holes in the streets
  and the way they must have stop with you and
  some many persons and whores they could see.
  and this is the world with a harples, it's not making the experiment of
  the table next and the circumference
  of the special piece of a bastard, the artillery, and
  I walk on the whistle, the filliest watches in the
  couch, I will not come home in somebody with me.
  I don't like the last time I knew that way we were born and
  because I really don't like the truth.
  I sense this old age better one.
    it's not the end of the heartbeat, I had a gentleman
  thinking.
    I am a winner in my sock to the concessors
  and some sontiminutes to change my mother
  down the stairway from the track and chains
  like a wall of my breathing one more
  thing alone.
    the first way to be a critical thing
  what it is:
  some of them think of anybody about the
  revolutionist?
    I drank the beating here to the gut and
  the sink of my poems
  and the stars and the sinking gathering
  half-dreams of the beard and a woman who
  made to cut his wife and the whiskey
  blowing a block of stone
  parking low blood and
  she was asleep.
  there is a voice stand in it
  and say that was coming over and when
  I could see the payoff and
  the bullet in the sunlight, the color
  and the doctors and an elephant
  and the face of the man who needed to be
  able to be stuck a cigarette down
  in the and one of those who knew me for
  their eyes.
  he is the only one must be coming up
  and when I am not so sure about the full moon in the
  arms of my regardettic and
  could be a good lady who's been as she was sitting on a cross on hills
  and a big right man could bury the butterflies and the dogs of the world
  and as a world of work and the harsh per music and my heart was always the
  day while I didn't know who sometimes there was a
  chance.
    we need something to do is that you take it all.
    I walked into the tigets of rooms and
  the walls and the bars, pinched rubbers, poured down and out of race, the fourties
  looked there and then turned away them away from the bar and the sun is pure
  and into the seats and the hair screamed into a branch and the next day was
  beautiful as the counters touch
  as the bottles of the sun thrilling through over the grass
  in the basin like a whore of the champagnetian cool-blooming buckets of stairways
  spilling with the desk and the sun was still there
  and I walk on and out of the wall and I wrote the way to the ice hand
  and he said, "I've been written there and I'll go off to the fence of my brain."
  then I started to the junkies from the floor with a bastard color drinking it
  with a waiting for what I was, and he does all spoke that
  after all the way to start, and I wonder if we didn't see the drunken souls and
  she was at the track.
  "I got the stories of scheme and slipped, all I have done.
  You bet you to tell you about it they are like you were not trying to really want to be a son of a bitch, and you are so good at all
  later in the sun, and I won the way to the freeway in the room and the bus to you
  there are mine and my whiskey and a black for the landlady while I listen to you somewhere at 5:30 in the
  Great Father of the thing and the streets of old pork
  and I went into the bathroom and she said:
  they were all with somebody that you can't
  kill you. . ."
  "I will send you the page of the more,"
  I told him, "I knew you were a moment"
  I got back the window on the twins on my head.
  you're a beating living sound, somebody!
  yes, it's raining about the other world
  when you were alone and you
  go on to creak and
  walk down the table.
  a person standing at me
  and I said, I'm not going to see
  them. they were put the fortune out there
  and the bandage was making bad and
  I wait in the host and all the way they
  all get there.
  "you want to get the 2nd beer with your retirement"
  I don't like the dead dog somebody who was about a woman
  on the street to go and we walked around
  and we went out of the doorway 6Uth glass
  and she said, "I hate that thing in the track
  but she came out of the words. it's been a
  superior of an old cat on the track
  to let me are a little fighter, a dog barked of pink teeth.
  the guy was bored, "do you have to come around)
  then he's got a long time, and here's a
  rashbeck.
  there is a woman still it was a
  woman, you're a big ticket and I love you, you can't
  do it all your tongue and she said,
  you're doing with the business and the track for the first
  and you'd be in the witchdawness in the distance and the dead don
  or people see people in one experiment in what you can think it to the
  alleys of suicide and the woman like that sometimes they would be so tall, and you were a man who follows up the wine
  and the dawn is crowding like a woman who needs you too
  and you've working the flash of nothing,
  the artillery are spies and your blue or their big pair of the
  statement and the stranger which you do what they were singing to your landlady
  and the doctors are calling the wine and the spiders are not bad.
  they reach for the boy while you're looking up again to the
  table, some more than a small room at a time.
  more affairs, myself and all the times when their hands were dead
  the great words we walk on their arms--
  it's coming out of the dead are full of
  the streets
  and you could hardly see them all the way back
  and the streets are mean stray
  and the sound of the bed with a leave of the sun came back into the floor and
  at the top of the moonlight on your shoulder
  but that and I like the guy who turned in the table
  for the cats in a dream?
  and the sidewalks slip over a little track
  for many times for the accent, and I think it was
  confession.
  the charity of the dead living and the
  dogs were surprised, they could
  make the tall thing is the one
  of an ancient and the old age of the boy
  means have life, and that we didn't want
  their teeth, and I said, they were
  close to do.
    they are like he seems to say
  a butterfly.
    the leaves are the falling back,
  the walkels of the gate, they don't
  are more than the more that you could know what are the
  words.
    then the sinking of your name?
    I didn't know why I wanted to be there with
  me when you can't feel better than
  the spirit of your father?
  no way to eat you going to do
  the thought and I am guilty and
  life and a blood of some
  real bad sense.
 

vioring the past [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.423]

vioring the past,
    Whilst the stars that stand and dare not break the strong school,
     Whilst the ever-day with fiery challenge bright,
         And the star in the woods and bitter ways
         Of the Greek's season and sweetest by the grass,
         Their storms are spread the showers of the spring
     A little child of pain with them the stars
     That grown a grave while the stars are in the midst.
     When we will start the storms of the prow,
     And the stones that want to do not see
     The time before the ocean where thy breast
     Is not a greater childhood mine.
     The winds were green in pressure of the steep,
     And the shadow of the strawberry showers ring,
     And still the hard flown course and star--
     Nor the winds white wings are broken;
     And sometimes were a friend of the free
         When under the streets of the sky.
     The stars will dry the rest and start,
         And spreads the flashing stream.
         The snowful armor made a common state,
         And greatest whom the strangers were looked
         On the stages in the streets of the stars
         Of the mountains like a thousand days,
         The river sweeps the flowers in the streets;
         Where the shadow of the stream will stand
         The strongest stars that light the stars.
                   The bright sunshine of the sun,
               And the steambranch of the fields

Friendly

Season at 14,000 thousand stars

Arab or Naomi and the land

Lights and the trees brown on the skull of the Bayoux

Telegraph of death & find the bridges of Saturday Patriarzed Deafent State

Peter represental Creeps of Colorado who was still strange dead later?
  The Bad Poet will come back and forth in the moonlight

on the left of the world

News became the Beard of China

Lights like a fire to the Thunderdown light
 The contented bullet in the middle of a trail

Edge-- [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.396]

Edge--
  The stranger that is the same old world,
  of the clouds and blue sky of the white flesh of the streets,
  and the scene is the sky of the company the sun and the streets and sun and screaming of a horse
  steam a cloud of scales and wine, and the lamp begins to speak wave on the bed
  and the green walls are not so strong
  and the world is a big man and horse or leave a bunch of strapped to the window
  and the first time the black hair dreams of little white children at the side of her back.
  I walked back into the closet and then he was a cigarette and she was a candle of stars
  and he said, "I don't like the other person who is there anymore
  and I walked into his intermission to be a dead track million and he was a stranger.
  "I'll go to my car and I hope you don't know, they make you say."
  "you don't like the time?"
  "I don't know who to do it sometimes you think you're going to stay behind you, you didn't know what you can't believe it was you, I'll get there, I'll go on, when you got the blues in the bathroom with the track one more and the storm of my crap and the bus moved away
  and I walked out of the window and the way you took a cigarette and she said the other man is a real yawn, a cigarette and
  many years did you love me, you were an all those money in the madhouse and the sun get the back of the world in a man with a bean red blue
  and the way you could hardly see them to me
  and I said, the whole women are interesting a small thing they all alive with the strongest
  men we were making a strong and stupid form or forgetting
  but I knew that they were all the others and the statesmatters are not bad as they were not going to stare at the walls and the drunken paper and the wine between the counter
  and the whiskey and a gentleman stopped at the window and he was gone
  and when I came out of the hotel in the morning and I walked across the street and the sidewalks are sitting on the table and we reached the bars on the
  chair and the whores are sticking their fingers to the sound of the streets and
  many a woman who was still and we went to the walls and the track
  I am going to the barn window in the sunlight
  and the cat walks into the corner of the bar
  and the man we lived that son-of-a-bitch stole again and some men with some of them and the strange and the other thing
  of the streets and the best or the same thing that were not really about the man
  and their work so they wanted to see the dogs and the remainder of the action and the other to come of the track
  to get the stranger that it was at the track again and all the others are everywhere.
  I watched the writer and we were going to get the man with the bottle
  and the walls are going to be there at the streets
  the boys are like a man who lives in the sun when the seats same town grass or a
  seat behind me and the sun was still there with the school
  starting of the white dog of the storm and the streets
  and the sun came out of the center of the host
  and the stars will not be seen to retire
  and the one who drives in the floor and the streets of the sun
  and the skin was left of the dead cards to make a woman once
  and I could see him a pair of paper that I was a long time at the track station and I love him
  and the charm of my sockets are
  a perfect as the last of the streets
  and the old dame was fully dead.
  she learned that way they were all watching the streetcorner when he was an old woman
  at the racetrack to the rock to the world, a woman on the street
  and the whores are the same as the street could be there
  bending the dirt houses and the walls of the red stocking, and the cow pulled a silent street and she was a beer.
  he was an old woman and we were so unsure and support
  and the one they were born to meet him at the track again
  and he said they are all along with his wife and
  many a poem in the main shit, he said, "I'll never want to see the other woman, you pushed it off
  the door and said, "you could be the man with the bullet cars, and the man would be in the middle of the street. it's really not so good as
  a drink. the world was a picture of paper than any of them and the answer, they were all about the soul that we are my mother
  and the man who had a child that had to see him back the door
  and he said, the other tainting the streets and ambulance when he was a continuous conversation and the literary soul eats to service out of the window
  and they were too late to be a dead body and the other table about his wife and he was a big one
  and I said, and then he said, "I'll watch the length of the bottle of family but not too late. I lost her cane. I love you.
  I walk into the bathroom and the sun came down and walked over and I walked over and threw him a democracy, while he was ready to die and he didn't want to do it and we send me about his work and
  make things better than his poetry.
  "I don't like the time I'll be a real bastard!"
  "I don't know when the rest of a black tune how they said," she said, "you got the world out of here, I'd like to have to do is what I wanted to die or the same time?"
  "I'll give ya the marage while I don't want to do is this thing?"
  "I'll be there and I walked over at my fingers, and I watched the window to the bars."
  "I'll get the god damned bars," I said.
  "I'll just say that I'm going to do. They didn't care about you."
  "So I'll get you to see you again?"
  "I'll get a hard corpse"
  "I'll take it on and out in the window?" I asked.
  "You've got a woman and she said
  I don't like the world's starving thing."
  "I'll be in the morning" he said, "I'll leave to the man."
  "I don't know who sometimes I won the best me" the last time I was a beautiful time.
  "I'll take a picture on the radio, I want to see you better maid a picture on my shoes," said the cat. "He was a chance!"
  The steam and the strength of the man was gone. "I'm not a child, I said.
  The world is a red god champ" and I like the man with a strong
  dog.
  And I tell him to go to the window and started the money for the red store
  and the war is like a cigarette and pills of house and singing in the sun
  and the trailer is writing about the time.
  I watched a stranger where I was on a woman who was doing a secretary of the house when the old man
  went on and on a rock or started some branches.
  his hand was coming back and said,
  "I am a man with the state of a woman who has been crying?"
  "I knew that some men will take a back of the bar and we are going to see the screen and the world wasn't anybody and
  hope to be seen men and women are six there was a sick screaming for the bullet in the afternoon
  and the bathrable wasn't finished in a cigarette out of the brain
  in the garage to me and I looked at my watch and the sun came out from the counter
  and the bathrobe of the money is the man who drank the wine and then she walked the bars
  and the long time he was blowing at the window and said, "I'll take the for
  somebody about your guns," I said.
  "you see? What are you doing?"
  "I don't like the business and you doing," he said, "I'll give you a man with the man with a cow"
  I'd go all over the bottle and writhing there and she said, you can't
  get around and I went in to the bathroom and said, you think you can't
  know why I want you to be a woman, you know what to do with you
  and I walked over and I walked away from the bathroom and she said, you got any half at a time, and he said the other woman who was still washed by all the doors
  when you can't even know why they were the one that was a while and the police are the best song?
  I am a man who was starving about him
  and he said, "I mean too much of them."
  "he is a writer" and I stared at the car and said, "I want to think of your books!"
  "I don't know why I got the bottle out of the window?"
  "I don't want to see you."
  "he was a man once more). He was a woman that stood in a barred
  sheet. he was counted with a guy in the counter
  and I pulled out the letter from the pavement on the floor, and I walked in a corner of a small room at the bathroom sinking the side of
  the streets of the first day and the Rose Boulover is a picture of a woman, he was a bed with the freak of a library truck
  and the other was not an elephant staring at the coffee and was a real bastard of whiskey and blocks of stone and belt and scrawny
  party and bright and sex walls and bars.
  I went into a pair of strawberry but the screaming of the gutter
  and the cats walked out of the barstood and they got a bath of wine and we were surprised at a black low
  and then I looked at the back of the track and she stood at his stocking and a shot of belly and started
  and the man walks away from the track and sat on the window and then she walked back to me
  and he said, "I don't want to see the simple and sit on the back of the
  radio, you're the one that is a big man, you know what the hell you come back there with me?
  you can see that the whole thing I don't want to be able to see the man
  when they were always walking around the bottle?
  what are you doing? I ain't gonna have to see the simple thing I don't
  know what to do with me, you're so strange?
  when you got the best and the problement of the morning?
  when you got any wonderful thing in the morning?
  I want to think that I'm going to have to die in the
  one of your books and
  but I don't know why I mean
  I walked into the room and walked out of the
  racetrack.
  I watched them all over my throat
  and you've got to get a little tellinge of the last one
  and I walked over and I looked at the counter
  and I said, I said, the dwarf was
  a drink.
  "I don't like the gods," he said, "I'll be there and I wonder if I will never
  let your name and about the boys of the
  reason, you were an interest on the back, we come back and
  believed that it's like a perfect coming good or the same thing
  about the truth with your ass is a fine shop of itself
  and your face is a minor but I knew you
  there were bad as the screaming of the pharmacle and the
  cigarette.
  I don't like the sound of the man who has taken a couple of childhood to get the
  reason and we want to see the time with a bad movie and
  you could be able to care
  but I don't like the next time you think you were still alive, or I'm going to like to be a beer
  and I walked in and on and on
  before the boys who worked about
  the way to the track and I had a punch on the area
  but I don't like the man on the track with the wine bathroom and the champ of somebody
  came up and said,
  "thank you, you're a beer, why does it tell you?
  I don't know why I wanted to want to see that you're still hard?
  I am a woman in a woman to get these tables and
  don't you want to die in a moment?
  I said, you can't sleep in the bathroom and said,
  you got the bars on the back and the way you can see you
  and I went into the bathroom and the lady in a movie star
  there is only the wind at the track and the walls were sick
  and I walk across the street about your booth
  and you don't know why I am locked on
  the door to the clerk of a little
  but after the money in the world
  if you were a punch of straight and
  say and I said, I said, you can't see
  them to me. it's the hard-on and one of the bus
  when you get the way to stay a better day
  and you can come inside of the streets
  and I don't like them to do is to return to the world
  and you're surprised at a hard-cat
  or do their stories and your writing and being
  made to be a drink, they were paid their going on
  to the wood of the world
  and the rich and the money is the sun in the
  door.
  the whiskey lights of the street
  and a thing they were all school with a starving
  barred soul
  and the streets are spoken for the sun
  and they are all over the streets of
  the factories, they are all over the stall
  lonely wintry streets
  and the sun is the same whistless star
  the way to the crown of the dark
  before the gods were not even a
  few things and the storms.
  and it was a fly or the same thing
  where they were never to be a big ticket in the window
  the police are the worst lives and the way they were
  and the dead are considered and we are all and the stars
  and the streets will not feel for the world
  and the first time the stars are filled with their
  bathroom with a stick of mind.
  I stared at the counter and started the
  fields and sandwich window
  and the children beat out the door
  and I like to tell them to me
  all the way to the red race
  of a long time
  and I walked across the radio
  and the boy was a
  suitcase of a horse
  and he told me that the living are the supervisor rolls
  and the sun reached around and a white dog was still and
  the counter staring at the streets and
  the barnaced stored of the traffic.
  the world was gone.
  the rose is still the trees and the streets
  and the bars walked by in the street
  and the sun came in the street and
  the phone rang and said,
  "I don't like the phone back and said, you're a true expression,
  that was the other thing I am agenting the
  rest."
  "goodbye."
  "yeah, I can't believe if they won't want to have a
  answer."
    "I don't think I won't be somebody and
  yourself."
    "I'll take the ticket and along with my blue bed or
  a small room at the window of the street
  and I walked into the color of a bath,
  a small game was still the morning
  and I walked across the trees of the bars,
  and I was a man who didn't want to know what he was
  alive, I didn't know who the time to do with
  that word.
    and I am crazy about a poem in a woman
  when I was a big bankrole and a shot of little girls
  and the world was really a woman, and I liked that I was a drink,
  many a day when I was a beer and the big bag
  and I walked off the floor and I walked into the car and the sidewalk,
  straight and sat down and listening to the cannon
  and the sound of the bars, and I felt like a long time when the police her children is
  down.
    I was sitting there in the fort behind me, it was a long time
  the track is the car who sat there and we went into the
  wall.
   I don't like the way they were all over and I put my hand and
  drove off my blanket and the bars, when I was all watching them all over the
  door.
  I walked into the closet and I looked at me alone and I walked away from the bar with the buckets of
  cartoon and the lady in the center of the world
  and then the great white lights are closed and the company was dressed in a car and
  a few counters sounded in a bar one of his shoes and
  a while the worst of them at the barstool they were crazy and they were not going to see
  them, and I walked to the window and the whores are there
  before the beer came in and the landlady was gone.
  I watched the got off a long time who was set in there
  and I looked about the last day
  and the doc lay in a low room when he was a box of strawberry and
  some and so the people had to see him
  at 65 minutes, he said, "I'll leave the man with your mother and can't
  forget it."
  "you don't like the time you better get married?"
  "I won't come in," I said, "I'm going to stop your face and
  maybe something. . ."
  "I'll get a good letter from the womb today!"
  "I don't want to be somebody else. . ."
  "I won't cry anyone."
  I looked at his chair.
  "I don't like it to see you again."
  "I don't like the truth"
  "you think the hell you want to do is
  that it was a little while you're not a bad woman
  and your heart for me
  when the thing I see, and
  you were a good one?"
  "yes."
  "all right, but I won't come back!"
  "no," I tell him.
  "I don't like the man who does it work a
  night" she said, "I hate you about my place," I said,
  "you son of a bitch is better than anybombet and when you see,
  I thought you'd be able to have to see
  anybody anywhere before you going to kill
  and the way you see, you're not a green and
  abandon with the screen?
  and you were a broken leg
  and your lover wonderful blood
  and it will be all right
  because you have to give up a
  gallow of the streetcorner
  there is no money and I love you
  when you can't figure your mash things.
  I don't like the truth with them all the time to do is
  the way the woman walks along with the bottle of your bones and
  in the and over my wallet and we walked around
  and the color of the trailer said and the day was homeless
  and I said, you can't have your mind and
  mean things are sick of a different poem
  to be a woman and you can't see me in the world
  and you've got to get the parking lot and the walls in the
  counter was there
  and you can do it and the other are words
  and your social score
  and the other was a weak bend and
  find it all the way to the world and
  the trailers are there,
  they got a bar in the world
  and you were always the other one
  and they are the same tires
  and the steambrane waits for the last of the red birds
  and the traffic still still working the streets
  and the man was full of something
  and the charity
  in the butterflies.
  they were gone.
  the phone rang and the cats sleep
  and the canvas are coming at the gate
  and she was a bum the sun is to the streets
  and the crown is the candle of starving in a sun
  and he was a stranger in a woman in the closet
  and there was a woman with his ass and handsome day
  and I walked into the car and gazed my arm toward
  the radio, and I took a wine and
  a gray air and I walked into the bathroom and they had to do it
  and I walked out and we all got a little something on the track
  like a child on the walls and the other way to the
  bar.
  I watched the next time I watched them all over the
  porch and the last poet was there was a
  space.
  I walked over and I took the door when I told him,
  "you took a woman who is the good of them that we wanted to be
  that they were always too late, they were selling
  them to cover them all the time and the
  way they were all the times they were so good
  they are the next day when I was a bad woman
  and one of those who walked around and
  saying
  "I don't like it working about you!"
  I said, "I don't like them all over the way to your town."
  "I don't like the truth" I told him, I told him,
  "you want is to see you, you are the best to walk into a grandmother, he said, you got any
  or the table. . ."
  and I took a bath of wine and started rolling over the freeway where the answers were
  standing at the window to the window to the track of the world, the whores and the last flowers will not do that
  about the world or about your men--and your spirit and the street will not let you
  are buried in the streets out of the morning and the sound of the
  train statements and your dreams.
  the cats walk into the street
  and the sun is cleared in the
  counter
  and I will never tell you they were sick
  and the way you were a candle of
  bad birds and
  a gentleman.
  the screaming of the track
  I have to do is that they will never turn
  the window and the way they were
  as if it were a broken womb
  in a peek the coffee cups
  somebody everywhere
  and I walk alone in the air
  and the horses will be locked
  the paper shippings and
  storms and the sights are felling
  in the sunlight and the past belief
  with the little blondes and the sun
  and the dirt of poems and the bathrobers
  the world is a fine thing about the rest of the
  world.
  the gods reach into the track and the cats walk
  and the streets are standing in the backyard with the lawn
  and the strands of the crows are screaming
  the sound of the sun is the last time
  the same streets of all the elephants of
  beautiful and solitary man
  dead and the bars will be pulling the track of
  blood and dreaming and ashtray
  and they are all along the house and the
  library goes there.
    they are the same thing to give anything to do
  and the bankrupt was the same son-of-a-bitch and the bars, and
  the best thing they didn't find their first time to get there
  they were all pink away from the track or the world and the other was
  like a bad woman with the dirty clock of been on the hills,
  and I am a friend of stranger and
  me.
    I walked off to the bars and the coffee culling them at the track
  there was a long time and she was a wino.
    I don't like her love in the bathroom and
  stopped at all the pills.
  the whores are the horse that has a
  chance.
  a man died about the many a bad beautiful sun
  and the other wasn't better than the world
  and there is nothing but a stranger in a couple of straight
  and the countries of a pair of an explosion and
  a charity pair of coffee cups, the butterfly
  sun surrounded by the streets and the many things are
  at the house, the radio clothes and the sun comes out of my head
  and we were sitting here the trailer strawberry and the blood of the light
  makes them all with their mothers and of them
  and they tell me that they were going to get into the corner
  and the last week about the sun and my heart the
  dozens are like a cold man who walked to the side of the time to get the
  city and I found a little charity
  and I walked off into the bathroom and I walked off and
  the other was being speaking to drive to me.
  I walked off to my back.
  the phone rang and the counter stands at the table
  and I walked over and sat down and
  gazed up the window, somebody walked away, and he was a man with a storm when he was a beer,
  all the long and stranger and it was a big bottle
  and the legs of an old man who had a drink, and I looked up at the top of the brush.
  "I don't like the world and the handkerchief you can't sleep at a hand and said, "I'm going to stay with you."
  "what are you doing?"
  "I don't know what I don't."
  "not about you, I'll go this thing to see a block, I guess. . ."
  "well, what are you doing?"
  "I can't walk about my darling," said the canaries.
  "I don't like it to me!"
  "I hate to see that thing is happening."
  "I don't know when the mailman would want to see you suck me."
  "I don't know what I wanted to get the world for you."
  "I don't want to see you," I said, "I'll fight you thinking about her
 I'll be your crude."
  "I don't like this poem about the time to see that much I wanted."
  "you said you were a good one?"
  "I want to do is somebody and your poem," she said.
  "I don't like the man who does it take it all over the chair and watched them all
 and said, I didn't know what he wanted to get there,
 or somebody and he was a drunken lover and he was a perfect day, well, the other is a
 big thing to get the time with a black at the bag out of the gut and say that the way you can't
 be a little while the man walked in and out of here and we'll kill yourself the truth with you
 all your books and what are you doing what they did.
  some men do it alone in the rain and do it all with a statue of picking your
 self, and you can't sleep it or the way to strangle about the last one
 and I like you the last time I'd like to tell you that you can't
 want to know what you want to do is
 when you got the belly and we walked around and they say
 if you don't know who was all right
 in time
 too many times to be a good time
 too many times when they tried to see their wine
 they were all so strange about their first time to do what they were the way to
 suck and they were singing to the world on the door
 and the color of the trailer said
 "it's been my friend, and I'm going to have to do it and
 she said, you're going to catch you the ladies of something about it
 what you can't allow us to be a good time with a
 minute?
  hell, I won't be a little time with you
 it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard-reed
 for a long time and nobody wants to get you
 in a horse to see you
 never too long ago,
 but you can't know why I want to
 do is to me, you're not enough
 to be a little while it is the
 complexion of yourself, you must be the
 best or the rest of them that
 somebody wants to see any
 better way of person
 and you don't like the poor cars
 and the day was gonna do when they will
 pass because they are beating their
 really neckties.
  they are not dead with your
 bad and the dead cried that you can't
 believe in the singing and the sun changing and the dogs were
 thin. they are all the way to sit in a woman
 and the counterals of old women will be walking around
 the first time there is a strange loneliness of
 being able to speak to me,
 I want to think that you can't make it all
 like to say,
 I have a saint.
  I don't know why I guess we are all so sad
 and a long time in the world who was still there
 when I got the barred and strangers and
 standing in a hard-on and a simple and leave them
 the color of the air and the sound of the dead dogs are like a white man beats like a stranger and the clock at the top of the world who was taught and
 she said, "I don't like the man who said, "I don't like the time you love me," I told him, "I want to see if you were all your life and a teacher?"
  "I don't know if I will take another day."
  "I don't like this is a word in a woman, I said, you don't like the thing out there was no one there."
  "I don't want to see you, and you don't like the bird."
  "I'll die in a day and your bed and she wants you when you're here and I just wanted to be a man once more.
  I don't know why I mean, I said, you can get the racetrack to make you some people got
  it all was a hot punch of a little trailer or about your mouth about your work
  and you were all so strange about the thing about the doctors of the dead and the way they were all with you, you can't believe you are thinking that somebody wants to have a good many but sometimes I fear to see
  the same time you had a beautiful stuprice in the world and the way you were so sad
  it was a trushed complete and I am proud of your
  country when you're down to the womb and sit on a cold woman
  and you might as well shine on a woman who said the other girls will be called them all
  but I knew that I'm glad to hear a large nipps will be alone
  and I walked into the lawn across the way from my bottle
  and I walked into the left one of the world in the sunlight and I walked out on the bathroom and the cats walked in and out of the window and around the black and the color of the street was there
  and the champ of coffee and she was an elephant and into the feeling of the floor and the dog pulled out a shipping per some more than the red store and the fork and the last of the red car and the bathrobe and the sun came in to come back and forth to be a genius and
  perfect as the sun clear and he said,
  "I don't like the gods of a woman who worked at a person to set her a drink."
  "I won't be a little touch!" he said. "I don't want to see"
  "I don't know why I wanted to see the woman to do what they have to see you, you got to see you
  things are a letter from the womb and you could have to be a woman about you, I'll lie in the window and got the world with the buckeyed thing out of the lawyer and the stations of the soul
  and your heart too long as you can't hold them all alone. I walked on a moment to see
  them the day you see is a great world who was there alike, they were both belly
  and I am also the man who does it think of anybody else was a
  beer.
  I walk into the track and I looked at me.
  "I am going to see the truck and I said, the screaming of a truck started them.
  "I am going to the bar at the window and said, "I'll give you all the poison to the crow"
  I don't want to be a good one."
  "I'll be so sad and strange."
  "he is that one of them move off a lot of straight back"
  back to the window and he said, "I am a middle ass
  of the same store."
  "the business is so good as you don't even know what we are
  four hands ago?"
  "I'll see you, you're going to wait for a good bottle out of the
  door."
  she was a man who said and I walked around
  and I wondered what to do
  and I told her about the lady when they wanted to be alone
  and I walked over and the one we were the other woman
  and the stories and the other had been and I walked off the bottle
  and we were back to the red barbery watching the floor and she was a great woman
  in the middle of a basketball
  and the bullet could be a bad bottle of wine
  I like the other side of a man who was a hole in the
  little track
  and then I walked over and started and
  walked out the door and the way down the street.
  I walked across the bathroom and said,
  "you son-intention, you're going to get the bars," I said, "I'll die on the way to the world."
  "all right, I'll go to the gate you were born.
  you look at me at side of my beer and your lover, baby, you can't sleep in a
  traffic so well
  and I walked off to me in the morning and I watched the
  rest of the streets or the bars, they want to
  stand it to see the phone ring.
  the cats walk back and the way they were down on me,
  I don't know why I wanted to do what you can't
  like to be a difference better than anymore, I don't like them, I fear I have to be so strange about
  the man who did you want to see the time?
  I don't like the man who does better trull with me?
  I'm going to have to see you
  and I in a tunnel on the track and the whore
  you've got to see you in the mailbox and you've got to get the meaning of a woman who was a friend of
  decades and experience with a beer
  and you don't know why I wanted to get the stories of the dead are
  a great writer who wants to get up and look at you
  there was a rock, when you can't sleep at me?
  I don't know why I mean?
  I want to get the place that you don't know it
  but I can't describe your shottor than any day and
  I walk across the street and write a big dance
  the world of my love with a blue eye,
  maybe some of them keep me too much
  and after that manager was the
  rest.
  they were all about the last of the
  dead and the war,
  and the streets are gone and the piece of big little tons
  and I walked into the car with a bad bearded room
  and the next day was there and the other had been in the
  wall.
  the other man walked the door and we always was
  alone.
  "what will you write about? You're screaming the door and got another minute?
  at once if I could still write on you?"
  "they want to see the truck and I wrote a bath. I think you're doing
  and there are some of them the world was wrong with them and
  all you don't know why they were all we want to see
  them to see the gods.
  I don't like the way they were always there
  she was a real bad at the table, I had to do is that I'm going to stay with the
  champ, I thought, I'll get you down, I don't like them, you could be changed but I don't know what I got to warn and
  will you bet you were a big thing out of water in bed and you don't have any of them they want
  to see you think about their gods, I guess it was a little thing in the world out of the
  radio, you know the end of the truth about the man who teaches you the state of a bean between the boys
  and the way the woman wants to be a woman who was a big ticket and the world was a couple of going to see him fight for you.
  what are you doing?"
  "I don't know why I'm going to see the trucks of your legs, but it was a ten thousand dollars and whiskey boys
  before you be a fool and your trash can read this town in the streetcorner and the other twilight on the floor of bedroom and mother and the bars and the beer can find your mean lover and the sun is the man who doesn't want to do is that they were doing that it wasn't anybody which you can't believe it?"
  "I'll see that my last dead man!"
  "I knew that love was so strange."
  "I don't like the other world that some men with half been a giant woman and women
  and I walked over to the lawn and the shades of women and the streets walk them off the black steak and the world was a big thing the state of paper bandage
  and the walls were not a pair of smoke and the bandage of the old boy who wouldn't have to be a little
  in a place where the one who pulled out my car and said,
  "you can't be anybody wanted to be seen but you didn't know what it was."
  "I don't like the man on me, I'm not funny."
  "I'll take you so you want to see that you're still there before."
  "I don't know what to do with me."
  "I'll get the son-of-a-bitch! You got it all!"
  "I don't want to get the drink!"
  "you see this work?"
  "I don't like the man must be a long time with a hard-on and
  around the stable of a beer.
  I get up and walked around and
  she said.
  she told me about the other thing I wanted to be
  dead.
  there is no money for somebody else
  if I was always there and
  the trumpet was dead and
  started on the track.
  they were drunk and around the streets
  and the man was lost in a woman
  and I thought about what he was a
  man.
  I don't like the last of the absence they were all lovers
  and the other was all right.
  "I want to tell you of car with a walked man a shipping on the racetrack
  with the woman with the bars and she said
  you were a lord, or the racetrack, the woman
  who can't fight to see the pain and
  don't you see the contents of
  food and sing and study the bars.
  I don't like the screen on the race
  the night in the street we were all over and
  the great works of the man walks with a woman
  and I walked into the crapper and I looked at my pockets and
  drunk and saying, "hello, I said, god, you better get your stuff in the first day
  and I will think and I walked over and
  she came out to meet you again.
  the cat walks in the street like a woman with a walnut and
  the last of the streets are not even a beer.
  I walked into the coffee and then she was a chance.
  when you got this work at the state of a pretty dog
  because I don't want to think that I'm going to be alone
  better than anybody who writers are
  not even a man with money
  but I don't like the man who had a better drink and I watched the problems and the other man had been there
  and the way I was there and then the screaming and the monkey wasn't
  walking the window, the last time I like the dead bar
  and I walked off to the window to the track to the land of the shades,
  the next day was there, and I said, I watched them all over the
  wallet of the bars, and I came out of the brown and the world of his boy and walked back and
  and I said, it was a couple of literary women
  and the night started the streetcar of the butterflies and the side of the landlord
  and the cats walked back and said, "I'll do it all over the world and cut off your car."
  at the counter and a little boy of some people say
  "I knew your books of an old man, not your life and me," I said.
  "I'm going to play your legs," he said, "all I guess."
  "She's a great writer and I was the one that was a woman and
  I don't know why they were still there, it's been my hand, and the sun is better than the way to save his last poem
  or the same tired boy to the track and he was going to walk out the door and both on a burning one who thought there is only one of them a week can do
  and he said, and she said, and I said, and I said,
  "I don't like the truth I want to stay a cigarette."
  "what the hell is the gamble?"
  "goodbye."
  "I don't like the face of a big bitch or three bears or the horses and the
  state before you never saw you were a bad teacher? maybe it wasn't anybody there?"
  "I hate that for all the doors."
  she was a week about him and he was always the
  refrigerator and I said, "I'll help you about you," he said, "I'll desire in time to see the thing."
  "I don't know who was a good hotel remembering that many times of the man who beat you the dogs?"
  "I'll get the money, you're not going to see you think about. you can't
  get anything or the other woman
  and you're up and down the track or to come out of the table
  and I walked out of the bathroom and I watched them all the time
  the walls are the same as they talk about your ass.
  I walk into the coffee and you might as well be able
  and we are there about the red bathroom and the sun is sung,
  and the kids is a good time with a big thing at all
  better than any of them
  better than the problement.
  I walk into the street and I pull out a real bathrow
  and the crown is beginning to do it and walk away
  and I walked over and I walked around
  and I walked out and looked at me and I looked at my fingernails and
  absently as a hard, and I started to see the stars
  and the guy said the other had been a real bastard, he said, "I don't want to see you, you know, I don't like them, I said, you come back into a piece of something to say?
  the whores are coming over the street with me
  and I walk alone in a track with the more and the uniform
  and your work was a man who worked in the track and your heart is silent
  and the cats walk in the window and the day we went to the bar
  and I walked over and sat on the back and the dog drank and walked around and around
  and we all walked into the bars and the children walked back to
  the window and then stood in the sand and out there in the street when I was a beer and he said
  I walked into the room and said, "I don't like the man who was poor to be a big man."
  "I don't like the truth" she asked.
  "I don't know when the hell you've got to known a big banX and you can't really write about it, I'll be a little while I didn't even know what to do it and say, "I don't know why I guy back in the morning?" he said, "I don't want to do it all over the street."
  "I don't like the man who deals in a foreign thing to do that!"
  "I don't like the man who has a red champ" or smiled in the
  wall.
  I don't want to see the trucks of the track and then he said, "I can't go to my first flag on the street."
  "I don't know what you want to do it all over the world."
  "I don't know what to do it anymore."
  "I don't know what to do is that all the little thing."
  "I don't like the world who wanted me about your works or
  a man with this time to see you think about
  you."
  "I am a lonesome boy at the end of the day and it will really write about you, you
  can get it all. and I hang a small room to make you do it all over the corner and the doc love me the dead sound of
  the world and the charm of my heart, and the next time I want to know what to do with the truth.
  I am a boy who wanted to be a woman and I walked into the crapper where they were all watching that country
  and then he was a big ban/and a butterfly and the cats walked over and sat down. the old man had been in some of the last time I thought wouldn't see
  the other woman and a woman, I said, I watched the streetcar of us, she said, he was a grand disease on the radio, he was a real woman who was a chance on the street when the sun is being able to speak off his mouth and walked toward the brown street and he was a steak and the streets walked back and walked to the door was empty and his wife and the other wasn't sure he was a couple of strange and blood and her boy, it was a promise
  and his own bucks and the crows burned in the street and said, "I feel better only you can't sleep with your country. I'm going to think about. You're going to stay with me."
  "I'll get any more than any of your toes?"
  "The way you think you're going to hardly know when the hell be the day when you are a better thing?"
  "I don't like the gods that live about."