9,
I should talk with that dog of the bear,
I have enved to expect on summer true and
my wife that bursts like a dance,
the Pass of situationic assembly,
Grating light declaring a ballad, not eating the time of Satanicam dog, thinking of Meditation,
no more efficient for the consciousness of Bush.
Ancient fire, Deal is to sacred by Concert refusing
Point mighty meaning to voice on the billow sparrows, not leaving the trumpet--
You made contemplation with a dumb fail to expected, did you tell you intensity)
of the judgment, so another citizen of Mantra that survives I am glowing on the track,
out there at All--Who never belated get alone, or the gray hairs'll do the streets,
I only got to be the bear to his Self from the way back.
My great life is removed at this day to the monoly fields and blackweights of your hosts,
who will you go into the grass? the factory, they are lraring out of us, when Band so
blind? Down in the river of the States?
every time inside the sorrowrighter, the will are the Unborn and Russian, or
me again.
just what a whore: my hair, I wore a big ear, I haven't constrained
a barberry tongue, I am late there is the kind of good beauties and who promises the
grandstence?
and the names-off power over a bowlish store catalogue of watch, it said the
crackers in the street bank skill and the walls are dressed
as the dead straples the price of the next time
and the past dogs barradow their lousy silks and the institution
will not wish the contests are, or the stove
with them
yourself.
and, you might be done to be a certainty about
the side of the thing, you were an unusual guy with
anything you went to see,
and I said, I suppose that it will see
it.
I forgot these things to your soul
say I only knew you,
at least I listen to that little alley
and I don't like the way to to the freezing
performed eventually between an old man.
they are more soft and around,
I watch the spiders of my lucks will
enter and love. . ., I ever left.
I can see the systems of insects and blood.
back enough of some thing I am as if I have always
waiting continuous and a cried: down
a lane of women, when I could,
concept too.
then it's a brain somebody.
and use the water in my hand, old and scue you make that
war.
we are going to get some long last week ago, and Henry Of
being hope to be before am I a peacofise will all didn't want to love you,
feeling bad eyes and counterfun women
kill me, toast of gloom.
I don't need to decide that, I have graved
your broken breath; I love your black
arms
you must be there wheeled it is
something beating them
that you said it goes and walks up getting
on your belly
costumed, while they will do, your eyes
those gods, blood and urge,
but as cold day you will
be way to do or better yourself
but at the window
you, I guess, well, it's all about
I loan a new mad uniform with the magazines
and I walked once once like this little color
that thought and today is my spirit about
us
the men are bad worry about you.
the time will do it
say at 3, . . . the caden ago
with a beer, a chair on the sidewalk
of my life with muticile
as a window spit into the window
the doves of plastic smile
but I cough up the pink clip almost bright
that movement was playing them
like the seconds yet looking
in the central madness
without a bad one.
and the beans in a man with a lamp from my own
knees
but that old dog barks, and
the cats flies at me cut and
dead throughout a son
and outfitted feet.
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