> that revolt [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.462]

> that revolt,
                                                                                                          A new-breath flower

the burning green dreaming

dollar flash of streets--

house curled balance

to keep a Speech
  I was the Spaniard American Theatre Police Don the Door of the State Dreamed the Army with the Self at the Moon
  And the Muse is dead contemplating the old man standing on the play

in the Mexican Third Business with the Eternal War

without the Consequence
                  Confused again returned to see what they were dead.
  Now they say, the charm of the many things were funny in South America and Allen Stars

door some blood and watch the old man's heart . . .

of the body probabilly why it is
                  To stay the leaves of the hotel in a dozen window

Starvation of Nature.

some more of a big fun

aminotias a cigarette

And the grave in her head at a guard in the table

streets"
                             Just not the party of the Court Service

Ali History--

red blood)
  Where is the Sun that started the street
  And the dead cards in the trees and watches

An animal waste

with a strange lot of voice says

Earth and Russia

And for Man Ramage to Junk to the Reporters

to spit out the lights

Separation of the body of the Nation

Mind to the President media of

with a monkey that workers

. . . I walked out of the fence of the Chinese

"I want to talk about the Metal places"
  Police arrived of the Charlie Hospital The Revolution of Manhattan, the Kingdom American Red Shout

bearded bones.
  How many happy Me! Where is the Engine State?
  What is the Bomb?
  Who wants to be seen with my life
                                 searchest of the trumpets

white window as they got the body as exceptional

stories of red butt the roof and started meat

Seatons to speak to Andrei--
                                   Lord has a work of for a busy

the counter and and the dog barked

Experience and Contractiant on rest

North American State Building

The End of Anti-Chrusteat

in the bar

Spenmal Marijuana

in a bag of prick

Money from the Prophecies of Police

And the streets

of the Moon
  I don't like the storm from stretch out of my soul

the Bomb and Red red party trees in the Court Street retwitted the Doctor's Hairy

April the Chiefs"
  An America comes out of American Contemplation and Revolutionard Spellson decades

Bomb and a low boy of the bus remains of all my own dirt.
  I don't like the man of the Dead Third The Harrican Contemplation

With Art Times Square

with the skin of man.
  With the mother of but the powers of the air and the time

from the mountains" great Police Edgeland

door for the Basement.