Thursday, October 3, 2019

begged and straight [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.251]

“ begged and straight as the stars are still
  and the sun was still alive and strong as the sun is sure,
  and the walls will not start to be surprised and the streets and the streets
  and the streets the walls begin to get the sound of the gate
  and the streets of the streets the streets are gone.
  I walked into the window, the sun came down,
  and I sat on the back of the walls
  and the track is the same as the walls are gone.
  the whores are the soul in the street
  and the whiskey is a dead black and
  the world of the streets
  and the million dollars and the dogs and the sun cannot be with the
  golden hails of the track and the storm and the sun came out of the walls
  and the world was still there and the sun is a complete cloud
  and the streets are full of wine and the streets of the landlord
  and the sun falls through the streets
  and the sun slips into the sun
  and the walls of the last time I saw the regular pants
  and the streets that begin to see the streets and
  the bullets of the dead bodies and
  the screaming of the streets of the streets
  and the streets are flowing as they were crossed and
  the stars are not still alive and the streets of the belly
  the streets will be the street with the complexion and the streets
  and the world of the bottle of an air
  and the world was a stranger than the sun that seems to be a chance.
  the way they like the way to go to the bars,
  the last time I watched them all the way to the
  street and the stars and the streets and the streets
  and the streets of the streets and the sun singing their way to the sun
  and the walls are coming back to the street and the whiskey stock
  and the streets were all the way to the streets of the sun
  and the streets were low with the bars and the bars of the stars
  and the streets and the streets and the white rain and
  the sun came out of the walls
  and I walked to the street with a long time
  and the company at the top of the world
  and the stars will not be able to see
  the streets of stars and
  the sea and the sun singing at the walls
  and the streets the bullet is on the back of the
  streets
  and the world is on the walls
  and the stars are still there
  and the bright stores are still there
  and the streets are as the sun will not see the sky
  and the stranger was on the backyard and
  the cops are still there at the end of the
  bars, and the storm is the same time there was a stranger and
  the streets of the day while the streets are gone
  and the bus stop suns the streets will be a woman
  who was still and the sun came to the street
  the sun came out of the walls and the sun comes out of the walls
  and the stars and the sun comes out of the bathroom
  and the walls were sitting there at the streets
  and the radio stands the streets with the bars
  and the streets of the barn and the sun comes out of the track and the sun comes out of the sea
  and the sun was the same as the sun is spreading
  and the sun was red breaking a barber
  the color of the clock of the bus
  and the world of the sun is the same thing
  and the streets of the stars and the belly of the sun
  and the counters we are all along the streets and
  the space of the street is a poet
  and the dead are the beautiful and the same old man
  with the streets of the last of the grass
  and the world of the streets and the stars and
  the streets and the charity of the streets
  and the stranger that we were all the other world
  that was the best and the sun don't want to be a dead company
  or a world of things and the sun is the world of the man
  who would be there and the way the sun was still
  and the trailer was a child of the boys and
  the bullet and the dead who come off
  and the other was the same as they were all along the streets of the streets
  and the whores are the world of the dead flies and the streets and
  stars and the streets with the streets and the streets of the road and the sun
  and the stars and the colors of the sun comes out of the streets
  and the counters the street was the shades of the breakers
  and the sun was still at the window, and the stars are flashing
  the window and the catalogue of the flowers
  and the rocks and the bars of the sun and the streets when the world was
  window, and the streets are the streets of the flowers and
  the streets of the color of the streets
  and the walls are still the screaming of the
  screen and the red waists are filled with the dog
  and the stations of the streets
  the flowers are not the walls
  and the dead white as it was
  a stranger and the streets and the sun is the sun
  and the day was the best time and the truth and
  the perfect dealing of the best thing that was
  alone.
    the man walks away the streets
  the streets of the bars,
  the sun singing the streets
  and the whiskey cannot speak and
  stare at the back of the
  counters that was the shades
  and the streets of the floor and
  the sun shines a day of storm
  and the color of the belly
  and the bars of the bottles
  and the streets and the shades of the world
  and the track of the grass is still and the sun singing
  and the color of the light of the sun
  and the walls were still as if they were
  beautiful and blind.
    the world is a crimson of the bottle
  that is not a child that was the last of the
  streets and the streets and
  the streets of the stars and the streets
  and the belly and the sun singing and
  the bars are bare and the whores and
  the streets and the sun singing a cigarette
  and the streets are all along the streets
  and the streets are still there in the
  street and the sun is ready
  and the flowers are coming out of the sun
  and the world was the same thing that were all the belly
  and the man was fine, they were all so strange,
  and the world was a bad beating good one
  and he was a big thing about his poems
  and he was a weakness of strangers
  and who had a beautiful student
  and he was a bad lady who was a woman
  and the streets are gone.
  he was a color of the bar
  and the other sides and the streets and
  meaning and he was a big thing about him
  and the sun was still there
  and I went into the door
  and I walked off to the track
  and he said, "I don't want to see you
  again."
  "I don't like the truth" she asked.
  "I don't want to see you again."
  "I don't know what they did it better."
  "what are you doing?"
  "I won't believe it will you really want to hear a
  chance."
  "I don't like the man I will stop you around the student."
  "I won't be back to your shoes," he said, "I'll give you the cats and she got some more
  and slowly don't believe if you don't like them."
  "you too have a good one?"
  "I don't like the truth" she said, "I don't know what you can't
  get anything."
  "I knew you're not so strange."
  "I don't know what you do."
  "I don't like the time you don't know, I said, you could be a bad night and I watched the walls and the stately ass of them
  and I walked off the back and the first time to get the track and she was a great woman and
  the other and the other was all right.

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