that was the same as they are [Full Poem][Temp. 0.256]

“ that was the same as they are,
  I was walking through the street and walked away.
  I didn't want to see the silence of the world.
  I was in the morning and she said, I said, and I said, and I said,
  I am a friend of a big man and I wonder if I was a big stick of stories, and I walked into the street and walked out the window
  and I sat there and we walked around and around the back and sat down and
  said the other thing about the man who was a big ticket on a bar one of the brown and the streetcorner at the state of a wall to the other and the sun cut off a big bag
  and the children were not going to be a couple of strange and the sun coming out of the window
  and the world was still there and the sun comes out of the sun and the sun came out of the walls
  and the streets are like a chair and the sun came in the street and the color of the streets and
  the soul is the same as the same thing they were down at the table and the last of the streets are gone.
  I watched the street and the cats walked into the counter
  and I think it was a beautiful student, and
  I walked over and the dead was locked in a parking lot and we all waited for the bottle of a big ticket
  and the lady was bad and strange and so absolutely able to stare at the track and the other thing had been a long time and he was a chance to get there
  and I thought that I was a few offices and
  their many of them too happy.
  and I said, I was a beautiful woman walked to the car.
  I walked across the street and we all was a long time ago
  I walked over and I walked to the door when he was a big stick of stories
  and I walked off to the car and said, "I don't know why I am going to do is that the truth with the state of a big man, you got any other time?"
  "I don't like the truth" she said, "I'll give ya the simple and I want to see the time to see the dog of the man with a story and the last of the bathroom and the stocking police and the dog barked as a woman staring at the window and then stood up and said to me:
  "I am going to see you again."
  "I don't know what I wanted to do is this thing out of the women and I don't like the man who wouldn't call it out."
  "I don't want to see you."
  "I don't want to see you again."
  "I won't come to me."
  "yeah, I'll give ya one of my women and I walked in and there was a great woman and the truck started the other place and the other times the world was a big thing that
  he was too late, they were born to get the stately and strange and strange thing
  and the other thing had been a chance.
  "I don't like the time I'll be right back to your water. I've got to get back to the car with your bones and the trailer was funny. I told her. the other was the same time when the sun came out of the street when he said, "I will know what you want to do it and say you are a good man who wanted to get the lady when you can't have to see the dog or the way to stay in the window? I don't like the man who worked a coffee all the first time you can't help you again. You can't sleep at a time with your hand and your study it went back to your mouth and we were all good to see you again. I will send you a short storiet in the morning. I watched you the radio, the way you took a chair to the track of the morning? I don't like the world in a bad woman to see you think that I'm going to see you again. I want you to see you again. you can't see that you're still there was a bad man. I watched you the same time you've got a better on the street to see you think you're a chance. She said, you're all right, I want to know when I said, I said, you come back to your first tooth and your lover make your lover who said you don't like the truth where you are a real brother and a big time which you do that? Why do you love you? I don't like the man who had a man on my back and said you're still so much I knew you were not the only one to be a chance. The beating when the world was back. You can't believe it was a woman in the first time you make a man who said you were all your books and what you want to know what you want to see the sound of a street continuous and your time you can see you again. You can't sleep at your stories and we were sick and so they say, "I don't like the world who would like it on the wall to the end of the bar and the world was a stranger."
  "Why you are a gentleman? I want you to see you again?"
  "I'll get a message to the main shoppitch! I want to do is doing it to your fucking for you?"
  "I'll be a long time with your books and your stockings and baby be done."
  "Why you are a big stick of stories?"
  "You make it all over you" and you can see that you're doing it too much to see me. I don't like the man who doesn't ever knew. He was a couple of her mother and he was a great writer who was a stranger and the stars and the sun comes out of the bathroom and the streets of his life was a great spider and the dead boy who looked at the walls of the boy who was a stranger and the old man who had been a stranger and the world is a wet and his money in the wind and the color of the street was the man who didn't want to be a beer.
  The man was still there and the sun came back to the car and the doctors said to his head and said to him.
  "I'll give you so much or maiden and your lover is the same thing!"
  The man was still there and I walked over and sat down and told the stretchers of the world off the walls. The last time I was a bit to the street. It was a big ticket and the sun comes out of the bar and the sun came back into the corner and she said, "I knew you were all your poetry" in the streets of your way of stories. The street is the police and the stretch of the world was working about the world. You can't see the truck and the dog somebody spent the man with me. I stared at the bottle of a dozen wine and I said, and I walked across the street they say he was a stranger. And I said, "I'll give you a son-of-a-bitch! Why do you know who were a great woman who worked at your stomach and she said?
  The dead counters was a beautiful star
 and the world was a big thing to see the seats and the streets of the floor
 and the walls of the bus stop still the streets of the walls
 the world of the belly and the sun was a red brick
 spider that could see the back of the track
 on the street with a black shoe
 and the whole world was a color of the street
 and the catalogue of the day
 the streets are crowded in the sun
 and the streets are like a sparrow stand and
  the sun slides the walls and the walls
  the white sands the streets are closed
  and the clock stock their cars and the streets
  and the streets of the streets and the sun
  and the streets of the streets and the sun is still arriving
  and the streets walking the streets of the sun
  and the streets were sure and sun
  and the whores are the same old woman with the
  arms and the streets and the sun comes out of the walls
  and the counters through the streets and the streets
  and the streets and the streets with the streets and
  the stars and the sun comes over the streets
  and the color of the sun singing at the
  counters the street with the streets
  and the counter started the walls of a human
  and the bars with the particles of space
  and the bathrobe of the street will be all right
  and the sun is the same thing they were all waiting
  there are more and more than it all the same things
  the same time there is a warning they are all along
  the way they say that we were all speeding and
  all the other way to the rest of the way they were
  beautiful and they are all about the streets
  and the dead compartments of the first time we were
  all of us, they are all the little things that were not a piece of
  chance.
  they were always the same time with the last time the school and the streets
  and the sun singing the flash of the sun and the streets of time
  and the streets of the world of the rest of the world
  and the world was a perfect deed and all the others
  and the police crawling in the air
  and the color of the streets walking the streets
  and the stars and the streets and the sun will not be called
  and the sun singing a dead blood was the street with the last of the bottle
  and the counters stand in the street with the body of
  the world and the street will be there
  and the man was still there and the sun is set
  and still seemed to be a stranger and a perfect body and
  the other way.
  I don't like the cat walks to the back to the side of the street
  and the counters walked out to the bathroom
  and the way the last week after the bottles were gone
  and I walked into the bathroom and I said,
  "I am going to see you again."
  she said, "I don't like the dead man who was a fight"
  I walked into the bathroom and said, "you see, I'm going to see you,"
  I told her.
  "I won't come to me."
  "I don't want to see you again."
  "I wrote a bum who wants to get a chance."
  "I don't like the man that was the one who did it alone."
  "well, what about you that much can you?"
  I told him, "I don't know why I am going to do is that the world was a woman, I thought, I don't like to make you anybody that you are a great writer, you think that way?"
  "I don't know who the thing is there and I walked around and we walked around and
  say, "I am going to get the world with me."
  "I don't like the man who was a woman and I wonder if I was a whore."
  "I don't like the man who pulled out the door and said, "you come back when you don't like the truth"
  "I don't like the dead country and the screaming of the boy who was still the world out of the womb of the streets of the world and the dog we are all so strange and strange thing."
  "I don't like the man who doesn't think that I'm going to see you to think about your work and when you can't believe it?"
  "I don't like the gods of the truth"
  "I don't like the man to do it and I want to get the way to the car."
  "I'll give ya the man with that time?"
  "I'll give ya the man with me to see you think about you?"
  "I don't want to see you again."
  "I'll give ya a steak and smiled with me, you see you
  a gentleman with a beer and your tongue on a broken garage to the bars."
  "I'll get a good night" he said, "I don't like it" she said.
  I walked into the bathroom and I said, and I said, I'm going to see the stretch
  and I will never know when they were all since they all wanted me.
  I don't like the man who thinks he's a good boy or a good man
  and I am a winner in the street when you can't go on to be about you
  but I will kill you the way you can't have to see you there?
  I walk a bad woman with me and I walked over and I watched the letter from the track and she said, you were all so strange and strange and saying, you can't believe it was a good man with the screaming of the truth who works about it all the time you want to get the track in the morning like a police and I watched the little time with a broken head and she said, and I walked in to the door when he said, "I want to see you from the womb of my father's coffee!" he said, "I don't like the man started the little while."
  "I don't like the man who had a man in the morning?"
  "I'll give you some more."
  "I'll get you the way to me?"
  "I'll be right back at me and say, "I'll be right back!"
  "Well, I'm livin' on the way out of the window?"
  "I don't like the truth" I said, "I'll give ya this sense of what you want to see"
  "I don't like the main confusion of my poems"
  I don't like the man come from the bars and the sun came to the world
  I walked into the window and he said, "I don't like the truth" I told him.
  "I don't like the world in a piece of an old man, I thought, I want to see the streets of grass and strange and sorrow?"
  "I don't like the man who would know what you want to do is that I'm going to stay with me?"
  "I'll be a gentle and still thinking about the world at a beautiful thing that I was there, I'm told)
  I'd like to tell you that when I am warm and the world was a fight of strangers.
  I walked into the town off the bed and the cats walked in the streetclack and the dogs are gone
 and the state of an old man who had a hard time while he was hot and he said
  he was a black for a while the old man went off to the bathroom
  and I walked off to see him and he said, "I'll give you the poem about the world."
  "I don't want to see you again."
  "I don't want to see you again."
  "I don't like the people are right there."
  "I don't like the time you don't want to see you."
  "I don't like the man who does it some men with me are alive."
  "I don't know what to do is that you're not so good at all
  in there."
  "I don't like the time you don't want to see you."
  "I don't like the truth" I told him.
  "I'm going to see you to do it and I like to do is that thing
  and your mother would be able to see you
  again."
  "I don't want to see the dog or a big ticket on the table."
  "I don't like the time I'll be a lonely note for you."
  "you don't have to do is that you're still warm and
  doing it to me."
  "I don't like the man who does it feel like anything but the other woman who wanted to do with any
  of the streets, and I don't like them all over the way to the morning.
  I am a strange song and the strength of the street wasn't there and I walked around and
  saying, "there is no money and I walked over and
  slipped toward them.
  the business is the good of a bitch, where are you doing here to go to the
  window? I got up and walked around and
  say, you got any
  old farmers and she was a contestion or
  a lonely city.
  I don't know why I wanted to get the letters
  and the track is there with a small room and
  feeling there in the streets and
  I watched the grass of wine and somebody was
  fightinating the poems about the rest of them.
  I don't like the time when they walked out to the window
  and the cats walked the streets with their tails and
  many a beautiful school.
  I walked over and the dirty one was a stranger and
  the first time I watched them all the other woman
  that I was a lot of them that was a marriage
  and I looked at my wallet and
  stopped at the bathroom
  and the children were not so strange.
  I walked over and sat there and we all walked over and
  started and said,
  "I am a fool and the other day you've got to get the parking lot and the door would
  do it anymore, I thought, I don't like the man who does it think you're doing?"
  "I don't know what to do is that I don't like them all over the way to your watch the way to see
  the truth about the man who keeps the bomb of me?"
  "yeah. I always had a beer, you could hear you again.
  the other woman walks the door, and I walked across the street and I watched the
  street and I walked off into the corner and I watched them all the way to the
  wall.
  I watched the little man who was still sorry about the truth
  and the door was more than the same old poem is a woman and
  the other to keep him there.
  "I don't like the world that you are a gentle time you pull the book and you come back with you, you can't believe they were always there and they were all right, I think, I think,
  I told her to meet her down the street and we walked around and said,
  "you got the letters, you know what I wanted to be a woman, you can't see that you're a great writer?"
  "I don't want to see you."
  "I don't like the world in the main, I think, I think, I want to have a beer, and I walked off the streetclack and the man walked the trailer for a couple of the counter and we went into the dirt in the sun.
  "I don't like the time when I was a stranger and she wants to be a long time ago, I want to see the school and a shipping cat like a person took a couple of stories and she said, you know what I wanted to get the soul of me.
  and I walked into the corner and we walked across the bottle and we walked around and
  said to the world. and I walked into the corner
  and I walked over and said, "I don't like them to see you again."
  "I don't want you to see you, you don't have any of them that you do that we are the world at all
  but they were so sad
  and they wanted to be a perfect dirty thing about the
  whore. I am a friend of a big time and about the man who didn't want to do that?
  I like the other to the man who did this one who promises to be a long time to tell you that it's working about the other hard?
  and you think they were all we want to see the trucks of the world
  and the blues in the bathroom and the radio bugs are gone
  and I don't like the man must be able to see the time when you can't
  get in, I don't like the cats and the streets of a storm and the dog
  and the track started and the color of the bathroom and the streets and the streets and
  the world was a freak or a big ticket and a big dog barked in the bathroom and the sun comes off and the sun comes out of the bottle
  and the sun came out of the window the bars went out and walked into the counter
  and the same stools are like a steamboat of stories
  and the streets were the street with the last of the trumpets and the sun coming out of the window
  and the stars and the sun was still alive, and the trailer stood in the street with the bars,
  and the sun was still alive as the world was somewhere
  and the walls were not a bed and a window and the streets and the sun came in and stared at the stairway to the other side of
  the track and the walls are the streets of the side of the track
  and the world was back and forth to the sound of the streets and the walls
  and the sun is the day when the sea were stronger than the world
  and the streets of the stars and the three of them
  and the man who has a few trumpets without and they were gone
  and they are a pink star in the street and we went into the bathroom
  and the dog barked about his little whiskey and stroked them
  and I walked over and sat down and
  said the world was a chance.
  "I don't know what to do is that they would never be able to see the other maintained things to say,
  "we don't like them or the way they were all the others.
  I don't want to be a drink.
  I don't like them all, I think they were all the doors of them and they were
  beautiful and they were not a perfect mean and they wanted to be a little thing
  about the world and the world was a stranger in the air
  and I walked off the street and we were not a shippy woman
  and I walked off the bottle and sat down and
  said the other way.
  "I don't like the man who doesn't exist."
  "I don't know why I am warm and I want to know what they did
  and I watched them all over the floor and the doctors and the streets and the world was a good one, and they said they were all watching the
  real women they were all we were always there about the butterflies.
  they were always the world about the poems about
  "you were a good one," I tell my wife.
  I walked into the bathroom and I like the best thing they walked around
  and I walked over and I said, "I'll be your father in the track and said, you think they were always there and
  I walk the freeway and I walked around and
  she said, I thought you've got a hole in the
  window, you know what I got the gods to me?
  I'm going to the bar and I thought, I don't like the man who thinks I'm going to stay in the side of my brain
  and you were all we are all we want to see the world when I was a
  bitch. I took a bath of pink singing and I thought, I'm going to get the
  clerk of a big back in the morning.
  I walked into the bar that laughing at the table and walked off to the car.
  I walked into the counter and I thought, the cats walked in the street
  and the other man stood there on the track
  and the dog did the lady walked out of the bathroom and he said, "I want to see the door and said, "I'll get you the way to see the bars," I said, "I'll give you some more," I said.
  "I don't like the man who beat me in a chair, you could hardly know who took my father and
  we are bad and sometimes I felt a democracy
  and I walked into the lawn and she said, "I don't want to see you."
  "I don't want to see you."
  "I don't like the truth" she asked.
  "I don't know what he does that place for you."
  "I don't know who the thing is a pretty but many times a
  bad women and I walked around."
  "I don't like the time you look at me."
  "I don't like the man who doesn't think that anybody wants to do is that they were all right, I think, I think they're still there and then he was a big thing I wanted to get out of the
  chair to see the bars, the bars, the man who had some of them all over the streets
  the whores and the sun was walking through the window and he said the one who was a big thing at the track and he was a big thing and the red store of the horse was a real bad and the other pink sitting there with his chairs.
  "I don't like the man who thinks I'm going to get the lady when you can't see you again anything before.)
  I don't like the time you look at me at the door with the world and the street was a stranger and the scream of a beautiful shirt
  and the country at the state of a barber and the way they were the same as they were all about the business
  and the trumpets are not so strange about the screaming of
  dispersection.
  the man was gone.
  I walked over and the last time I was a beer,
  I walked off the back of the track and the cats walked along with the
  counter and I said, and I told him, the dirty thing had been a dead lady who was a fighter, I was a man who was still alive and
  said, "I don't know who to do it all over the bottle, some of them the way they were all working about the last of the game," she said, "I don't like them all!"
  "I don't like the time while you're the one who wanted me to get a dog!"
  "I don't like to be there."
  "I don't know what to do with me, you might as well be able to see you again, and I don't like them to do is that they were all without the rest of them as I watched them all the way to the walls and
  the streets of a strange thing that you can't be able to see you again and about the man who did you want to know what you want to do is
  and I don't like the man who has a red bank on a bottle of an alarmist and a more and more than you are
  better than your books are not going to get a message in the streets or
  the way to the world and the track of the street wasn't anybody that you can't tell me to meet
  their first many a better day with a note
  and a woman who was still alive and when you don't know why I wanted to be a woman who worked at a man who was too late, he said, "I don't like the man on the track and said, you were a great writer, and you can't get anything for you."
  "I want to see a bottle of beer."
  "I don't want you to do it and let you think you're a great man, you're the only one of the man, you know what you can't believe?"
  "I'll give you a short and she said, you come a long time ago on the racetrack the first time I'll get there and it will come back in the street to the bars, you're beautiful as the streets are staring at the track and shove me the door and the counter can crack the bars and she said, you come back to see the short store they were so strange and strange thing about a stranger who wanted to be alone with your books of your life and a dead fly or the same time when you can't see that you're the one that wasn't anybody that would have to do is so hard to see you got a hole in a chair and she said you can see you don't want to see the streets of stories and shit many a catalogue of a bunch of poetry between an old bathrobe and you can't be all right, I know what you can't have to be a little while they were born in the middle of a nice beard for your books and the streets are not sexual and as I look at my wallet and she said you can see her because he was a lonesome poem in the morning and I walked into the car with a barber or two or three times a contest in the morning and the sun comes out of the street and she was a big man, the way you think you're making his poems about the man who has been a dead room or the sound of a beer?
  Most of the truth who works away? I really want to see the doctors of my books and the streets of streets and the boys and the streets of the broad boy of a bad to the many of the streets of the moon in the first time the colors are free
"Come on, what a world was so good at all?"

Ballad of Rockefeller

  Ballad of Rockefeller

Oh yes, the rich rest of the school
I don't like the world of my heart
I said it was a child at a tear
I've been in my fingertips
I don't like it only the same story
I was telling me you might find you
You'll be so sun of strangers
If your time is singin' with me
They talk about the brother of the dead
I don't even think the time
I'm love without my love
I'm going to stay in the window
I got to the tears of the place
I was sick of the moon
I can't see me in the world of the way
I don't remember there in the middle of the level
The girls went out on the side
The sun came through the street
Well, I'm going to stay in the mouth
I'm walkin' down the street and I'll sing
I feel the time in the moonlight
I got a field for the bus stop
I'm in the moonlight in the distance
Just like a storm is a main content
I been the time a-song is true
I met a man who pulled her hands
And he said, "I'll just expect to be absent?"
We walked around and I walked away the sink
I still come out of the door
I'm gonna hang on the tube
I'm gonna love the baby
Somebody can be blame
I know it soon as a man who was a lot of mad and a name
Well, I ain't got no good one they were gone
You're only one thing to see you don't like the secret
Who can see that you don't know what I'm gonna drink
The way that you said you were never the strength
I don't even wish to me that I do in bed
Well, I was on the way a shell is hard, I was a fairglan
I'm going to die for your country and I was walkin' into the street like you want to be a-talker
I won't have to be somebody that you can't mean it
I knew what they've been a stranger and when you see around the street
When I was a clown like a woman in my head
I was shaded in the bathroom on the mountain and the cool face in the backyard
I got a half-made a man and wonderful to the main song
I was sittin' there with the moon
I would never continue to give it a man who should have known a big bill
I will make it to the thing I knew you can be in the mornin'
I've no leavin' when I get there the same
I'm startin' to the door, I want to see it sometimes I'm in the midst
I wanna black a ball to the first day
I fell in the great heart that I didn't know who would be but I know what I wanted to start
I like to be a while and you can find it with your lips so sleeping on the mountain and come out of the countryside
I don't even know what I'm gonna have to be but a few minutes
It was back in the morning
I'm gonna run my blood on the track a-come made of rain
Some men with a lonesome man who drives back
Well, I'm out of bed and walked away
They say love was ready to go
I'll be a long time a-callin' it too
I'm gonna have to do it for you
I'm going on for tweedle-dee and sun and moon is a place I think that I knew that you know
I shut my heart in my head and reach in the mornin'
I'm strong and long to me and the world was back to the stage
Well, I'm starin' into the mountain and started the dogs I will stand in the window I'll shine alone
I like to walk with my eyes, and I'll be a little touch of streets
I got somebody with my hand
I don't like to call my soul before I guess it was back
I let me know what I like that they were low and I started that it was dead
I don't like the truth about the most beautiful and seriely doin' it to be a thousand times about
It all was some man who was lost in the bathroom
I watched the lawyer spottin' to the window on the stage
I been walkin' down the street I know what I got to be
I wonder if he was offerin' myself and a woman who was standin' into the backyard
I'm bound to give it a rich company
I was so smartin' that are more than a fortune--
I was singin' a long time when they are being in the bandress
I watched them all the way they started a black dog
I was the one that I knew that I was like a burning of the cattle and the blues
I was tears of my bones and blood
I got a little man in the highway of town the shipping tents
And the river in the doorway in the streets and the streets are down in the balance
Somebody was still there with a slice of mine

happy sex trumpets sound [Full Poem][Temp: 0.614]

happy sex trumpets sound

 a taxi straight through a white thing the red walls naught as if it seems to be
  some of them in their own bones.
  So clear this way to the small sky.
  The cloud will walk out the bones where the lips
  come out of the window, still looking around in the sun
  and the man walks away from the first porch and
  the sink of sculptors and an arrow,
  and the dark pulls that fall like a sound and a child, staring
  into a red inherite the barred leaves with a sunny party
  with strangers and objects and many a big great and yellow beating in
  the night,
  and all the people who were worse in the morning's
  splatter back through the sky with their sunbeams dead and
  of the people
  like feelings fast or a table and a
  collection of small men.
  we didn't know what they have seen it.
  I could hear them told me, I don't want to do the
  side of the morning.
    I didn't care, it's like a poet again and
  somebody looks at me as if they want you
  the day things are the monkeys of them all
  if they have come for a moment,
  when I think we would understand the one who thinks I'm
  truly all of us.
    sometimes a dog walked them on the hotel
  and I got up and followed the stairways
  before they are dirty and the
  red bar, I like to be there my car with a window
  balanced them off the horses the cats of
  paper and there was a magical word of
  some remarkably hell her press on the wallpaper
  that lights are here slide again, and I watched it to the
  racetrack. he was told we could say
  another time, he said,
  "I haven't been like a season."
    "well, it's bared in there."
    "you want to stay where you can't see you at your
  main?" she said, "I'll ask her your socialism.
  I don't like January and yat."
   "sure."
  I told him, I said, the stringMone, I
  like to do is she was in bed
  shit my shorts so turned to the
  racetrack, walked around him
  in a twin of stripped,
  then the Chief is there and there is nothing better than
  all his personal names as if
  I can't help her,
  and I went in to check the
  lawns, and I walked into the corner of the walls
  and the last nation
  and there is a will as one of them as he
  comes over in the hair, and the old man
  when it seemed no sword and love or so you could be charming
  about 60 years, a man we passed them and we were lazy, the accompanion
  and the shoe.
  and the ladies carried home totter to
  me.
   I reached into the back thing of the other
  coffee. I don't like the murder of her god damned work
  and he stood there to sleep and I said,
  "I am big in the willow. I guess that's why I want to do the
  night I was a forest that won't worry about the corner
  and what there is the man who has not still couldn't sleep in
  the main? a woman of going to persuade me at the cheater?" I asked.
    I don't know why the damn thing is a childhood
  and I can't believe it will you love you, you
  are my dang, it's raining, I'm going to have a
  big thing out of range out of here.
  they talk about it, she said,
  "I want to yelly know what I got the home"
  after a metal cracker was a stringer, a big day
  and I opened the window to fire from the street
  and the long and white habit, the stock got into the radio
  without really newspapers told
  his shoulder, a few statesman, and that was
  an actor who works a child
  and when the shower son of it and bodilage afternoons
  and I drove her over the door, while the other day
  I saw a red big town burned--
  and I looked at her pants and we walked up and drove me off in line
  and I looked at the track and sat on the window all the tiny house and his book
  and the evening he was a big trumpet of a chair, he told me
  he was the first time we were going over and into an old man
  and I sat her a beer and I walked the window and had a
  fingers under the
  upper she was a corkel thing about it--
  the only one managed to hide in the afternoon
  and he walked to the kitchen like a note
  and I walked away from the track to scotch to the backyard
  and the butterfly talks at the sun
  and he asked.
  "well, he's a grandmother for me love knew her about your legs, no nothing, this is the
  cross."
  "the tambourine won't be piffed into classical esset
  to the sea.
  I hated the democracy.
  "I am a man on the bath and then I'll walk alone and I walked over and over)
  I can't die of frightened wine. and it's been a main
  don't expect to be a long time.
  then the time was the only one of the others waiting in the
  red tree, but the little cats went in
  and the drunken and the cat walks a glass of wine.
  Brooke and the other he talked about his wife and I walked in.
  "I don't know why."
  "Nothing. you haven't been readied!"
  "listen, I'm going to think or somebody anymore?"
  "goodbye."
  "all right, he does that pillow on this time?"
  "not kind of me."
  I walked down the stairway and I looked at the state of strands, she said
  "I don't like if she wanted me a man, you know, but I don't like in the middle of me. I wonder if she wasn't too shot
  and we were burned into the backyard.
  "I'll be going to see you back!" he asks.
  "go ahead of the jukeles on his hand," he
  asked.
  "yeah."
  "o.k., you are a big bird. . ."
  she had a big lover and she was
  beautiful and all the sound of the
  window
  the counters reached into the crapper
  I watched the
  bottle
  of a bad woman
  she is gone.
  a crow was a grand time
  to be a little thing that
  had been a few times
  he was at her door
  and the gun seamed and
  asked the next
  bathroom.
  "what are you doing?"
  "I don't know if you don't know it
  about the story.
  I am used to can't tell a good
  long time. it's working
  if you can't.
  I watched them all
  there was a stranger in my throne,
  and my feet walk into a back
  and asked for to be able to
  keep a long time tonight
  you can take another evening and we are a
  contented eye
  under the area south and you've been walking the
  leafy car
  and I speak 40 younger sing on the
  walls.
  I don't know why I make a big ticket
  on the back of the
  walls.
  there is no good about the words we
  come around
  it will put them all
  on the track
  of here I guess. . .
  you could not be there at all
  but the night
  when I took off the 15th St.
  so I got up
  and she looked around and said,
  "you know the other times to me?"
  "I love you to do it all over the first
  god?
  I am a fool in the air
  to take me back to the bar.
  I got up and walked around
  up. well, I lost on any
  word.
  the door was still there and I think it was
  there are like a bad leaf lady
  then I walked over and I walked across the window
  and said, "I knew you told her, don't you let your drink?"
  and I told her say, and then I walked all night, and
  the pain went back to the doorknob, then reached over and
  went out to the cotton and she came by, I took a cigarette and
  pulled up the long trail and then he walked out the window
  and read the streetcars of stars and
  walked the little drinks
  and he was first counter and he looked at me and hated him
  but we also see when they were
  got to make something by his
  mind.
  he could be a piece of many an hour in the
  house.
  "I'm going to see that there was this guy who knew that
  god damned man because I'm glad I give up a red back that shit maybe it will be doing it
  but I know that he was really evil doing
  better. then the day was there, fell off my car in the
  Picasso. . ."
  "I got a jam! Hello, I don't want anything to do. Somebody said anything beside you. you were affectionable as you
  get drunk at a pretty force. what are you doing here to go on
  in a red balls?"
  "I say, "I don't like it" she said. it's different with you, me sitting here in a flash box who
  got the shades down the street and you're so strange about me?
  you're the only one of the poet about you.
  why do you go on with your
  time?
  why you are too talled to know?
  so you wanted to wait and I am going down the hall
  continue to see the horses the money?"
   "yeah.
  sometimes I fear I'm going to watch my pants to the frog
  for a distance and you can't beat a sailor and we are all madhouse with the number of
  men we walked in a promise
  and the orange man will walk away from the teeth.
  we sat there on the back of his backbone, I smiled with the
  cigarette, it was going to the parking lot and the dirty side
  screaming
  through the bridge.
  the other way the other was the dead hair
  and then I walked up and down the room and
  forth him on his shorts and walked back and
  ate him.
  he kept for me.
  she was standin' to the door
  to the gods.
  "goodbye," I tell him, "the cars wed off,"
  she said, "I love you, you turn and
  listen to you alone."
   "why don't you want to do it?"
  "yeah."
    "you know what you are?"
  he said, "man, how about an idiot!"
  he told me something to do the
  sun.
  he was gone.
  and there's a monkey in dresses and
  pounced me in the granite,
  I watched the woman and we went back to
  me. I've never been there, he was a mercy once more
  at the door, she's got a
  real to got a messenger. I wonder
  my friend, he said, I am a winner in the street and it was
  better, I think, I want to get from the
  drop. I don't even counter and
  come around. I will never answer to
  the freeway and the counter store she was a wasted place, the
  cats drop back the steamboancing to the streets
  and the cannonballs stand like a woman he said he was a fool, and
  he was standing there walking through the hooks
  and smiled at his wallel, well as, pink
  and hug and bullets.
  they were not all of us that I protected it.
  the truck was such a lone and that manager
  in the air and a gamble that is a fire and
  still the dead month I inherited and I said,
  "I'll lay your back with his wife and she said.
  she told me he does not say a
  son.
  and if you find her not even a man and now
  it was like a beautiful shirt, then walked out of
  the track and said, I'm going to get the table,
  I'd not abandon
  the red dographic, beer, hit you
  like the man with your staring man and horse for you.
  I am hand and he said, I don't know, the spiders, you wanted
  them. the radio, you know the women all many times I'll be a--
  myself thinking better than I am as in this son
  in the great writer? no more beautiful are for the last night to go anywhere
  when they started a shot of bearded butterflies and the cops we stopped
  and I often reached on a police and had been here and the sun will lift her eyes away, and she does not have a
  private button and a foreign revolution.
  meanwhile, it's not a small nain and she was really we argued it and was a few streets
  and I walked toward the window to where the parking lot are
  walking up the bed and the sky was walking toward the
  first time.
  I don't want to do is talk about that day,
  a little old horse.
  but it was a kind of money until I knew it was a
  real woman.
  the lady in the corner
  that times I saw the strangers and things to
  get their new mornings in the
  ass.
    I don't know what I believed there is a
  good girl, I can't lose the next
  hotel. the people lived
  but the gamblerna is never on a complexer
  of the walls.
  I don't want to see the lovers, or outside I am warm
  my house and my last night I get up.
  the bus still have tasted and said,
  and as I went out at a napkin
  like a fat got to the window
  and there is no buttered and music
  who will get in there
  said the world.
    I guess it would try to help me better
  than the countryside.
  but the phone rang
  and I walked over and
  there was a horse continuous
  crucifix in petty flies.
  I stretched through every tip
  from the dead capily
  the red radio stands
  up and shines the stairway
  and the next tree and the bars were still there
  not so strange, and had a
  beating like a face of
  the day and it has only really
  forgotten and I felt like
  the soul.
    there was a bastard, not even a woman
  at the door and walked to the track
  thinking about nothing but schoolbone
  into my brain.
    I wonder if I would conceive my hand
  and a boy who wouldn't sleep
  but I watched him another sex walks in the
  iron head
  and I walked in and out of downtown suitcases
  and all the trucks that I was.
    a person standing on the back of the army,
  stop the mountain, and then we all come back and
  then the jukebo-AID is the god,
  the state moved, perhaps, in the country
  and somebody somehow I want
  to go away,
  and I looked at the window
  at the racetrack, the little thing of
  being trullized with him which was over and like the
  universe
  in the morning where the track managed to be
  a bad woman, if I had any horrible
  time.
  when I sat down into the lake of the throttle
  thinking of his brain. I don't work too late to make a man with
  my belly, the next day we thought I was a
  dead flabby pair from United States of St. Louisiana
  exactly when he was a beautiful house of beer.
  she told him, I didn't know what to do.
  I had to be here,
  I know why I am like it was nothing continue
  in the air.
  and I like to come from, what driving her down
  the length of her drink, I don't like here and
  another person bad formed to
  bed my self-port in there?
  it was a beautiful stupenda thing that at the end of the world wasn't for
  them. and what if he wanted to feel
  to do it? no thing can be really really thinks like
  him.
  I get into the house to them and I don't like here and the drinks
  and I walked like a corner
  and the cat walks across the way to the side of the stretch
  turns to the bottle and the corner is so strangely a
  grey brick of blood.
  I went in the morning and I walked into that desk and she couldn't be all right, I
  could. . .a strange ribbon
  under the floor.
  I could go to bed and I wonder about him in a living
  bottle for her and the ends and the glass windows didn't look at
  him.
  he said, "I don't know it," she said.
  "sure," I said anything to go.
  it was my porch and strange as the man with the
  two pills. she worked him and said,
  "many women over at his face and let them put me and
  shut up! I watched that way they said
  sometimes I guess. the cats went on, he said, the cat
  is going on to be an ox. . .and I don't know when I was a big gonna buy a guy who makes his cats and
  letters. can't you still hear him tell him about his man? He told me that we are like that I was a man who thinks he wouldn't act
  or when we were a better than about the poem about the fly, we are thirly or the world and the phone rings
  not the other and the buckets of other thing he says
  that we were going to get up and walked to the door of the bars,
  he was a friend or wash and the hall began
  he was on the street and we hit many things walked to the window
  and the gray head changes and breaking the light and
  the dogs were going to decide
  great god, he was gone, he said,
  "you might as well even asked me?
  where was the one thing happened to you?
  why do you do it for my slipped with me?
  I'm not that bastarding about you
  think that the night I will find them.
  when the hell did you find you?
  where were all the time?
  I've been on it, you were all you
  have."
   "yeah."
    "I don't like the face of
  the glass," she said.
  "goodbye."
    "I don't fight!" he said the one thing
  scratched and stared
  and the last hall began to give
  them the world and the counters waiting
  powdered and crickets as we got up
  and walked back to the car without a
  senior, the last words looking at the back and said
  what he had been seemed to get in, somebody walked into the
  ceiling.
  it was too terrible and somebody wants to see and
  shatter and walked back
  into the tub and we are talking to the
  streets of green sheets on the parking lot, and the Thoradilli stopped
  about an alley, I watched them as I came to my pockets and
  place and the counter strange to be slipped in a dozen oil
  and I turned and said, I said, "I don't know if I wanted to go to the
  room about your mother!" I asked.
   "I am taking my spittle and I said, I want to see them better than that thing."
   "they are dead and perfume. what are you
  and you have to leave your darlings, you can't do that?"
  I said, "what's this?"
  he was a name, this is Creeley's got a red, my wife and
  the heroes we were supposed to be so hard a
  final at 2:30 p.m. we made me kill a guy who clicked to Marky and there was a foreign time
  I looked up into the intestine window
  and I walked over and the others pulled it down and
  I walked off to kill and started the pig by one of
  the streets when they were truly beautiful and stopping
  and only the next to me started the
  doves.
  the best minutes they are going to see the distance that is
  nearing about a nice time.
  I pulled out the window to the paper back
  at a man who had been done with him and
  the same as the sun comes out of the table,
  a strange and a decent piano
  and he said they had no indolent world
  and he was dying, and I guess it was a short and
  other time and then he was good
  to feel him to decide the counters
  sometimes I went to the dusk and I listened to the best
  presence of shelter.
  the same steerer that he was always the same I was a little
  thing or the elephant with a dog
  than the dead bathrobe
  and no really neighborhood but I
  wash to keep
  him. then he said, it was
  the big night the wind was wearing the
  company and we stood in the fields and
  houses and the old women are not going to eat.
  then the more had the gods are made, and the stretchers were better than the
  bird that asks me of a shark of walking for the long trails of
  party of beer, I watched them like a cup of vacant book
  and I like that they are a screaming in the parking lot
  like a splash of grounds from the trees, their blood in vain
  the worms in an old rock
  I could bark it with my lemonications,
  a man who has come out the door
  and I walked into the parking lot and the water got in the
  couch the sound of the air and the current wasn't holding a
  while and then sat there in a white sack in the street
  and I said, my god damned cats to sunny fingers
  and excuse the world.
  I don't like me. I thought some cot screamed the other good
  wine."
    "I hate you in a while I'm a big man, you can't have them
  because I said you love you, you can't like to do that?"
  and I walked into the floor and went on and they were not going to save
  the tree and act and it doesn't seem to be a man, and I leave her
  for the last remaining life with
  them.
  "more than they never see you like humored clouds of things under the
  armed witch," he said.
  "you turn me out of your lips, why does that guy be changing?"
  "it's the same thing better so hard to get over the corner and set on his hand--
  real dancing now as he talked about Jesus, why the old man we are mine?"
  "I feel bad, many years before!
  I know what happened to see her have you so said you don't have a piece of starlight at me?"
  "O.K., it was lovely of the student, we can't use the blonde of my cheeks he worked for our faces."
  It was my shoe on the ass-meat, and then he said, "I'll be there and it will be the lady who must be a half closer."
  "Say, but then I'll be back in with you to the first face?" he said. "I'll be a bottle of beer in the street."
  Martha let the big stick of pink eyes on her cap.
  "I got up and went on on the wall to the end of a woman, I think," said the track standing in the breakfast.
  "I'll just want to come out from the woman in the side of a big bear," said he was an American story.
  "I'm a little thing that blots between a kind of a bath of wine."
  "I'll drive you when you're doing the dead book in your hair?" I asked. "Thanks, didn't you know where you can't help your bad ball and ago," said the old fart. I walked back to the door to the specific way toward the white world with his hand. She said, "I said, "I'll laugh it!"
  The whole world got down to a new box on a blue bath, I walked over at the street and once a while they came in and his little neighbor fills me hit the world between construction as
 retirement and a nice and so surely meant to say anything that was the other time. He walked into the cream in the morning. And they kept me to be because he can see him to shower of the student to John U. some of the trumpet of real different faces.
  he walked into the rug. Somebody else said
 and I stood at the end of the track and alone with his wife and somebody tried
 up again.

  at 2, a girdenvale shop
 and he aches to the barn house
 and I looked at the window
 and he hathed it so strange
 and I wonder if he were all walking through the window
 and got the clotted stuff and walked into the closet.

  I keep he said and grabbed at him a shipping, walked up on a bumber window
 and I don't like this town I boiled it away and
 I took a bath of the horses and the murder ever touching
 it all the world in the street. the world was like a company of poetry.
 sometimes I don't like the truth and the sun believed of
 the man who learned to do
 and what did you recognize your thoughts?

  a little girl or the cars and the champion
 that has seen him away from the exit of rubber
 wondering by some of the long and the other started constant and his institution and
 a soul, in the streetcar and fart the twisted and the
 violets of the world of an orange and the harderson both and the sun and the universe
 who slighted a short lion to be able to make it that she said they were all sure who didn't want to be longed
 and then we are not going to try to hide
 and I said, you know how they like to be a long time between the beginnings before they lie at the street
 and the last of the crisp at the track I think they were the same time to walk away
 and the boys changed my pants and the doctors and the boys
  and I thought I was about to be had a dirty critical wonderful than this time when they were
 wining that they are all night to the box of a low art
 the screaming, the walls of the schtood and
 beating a while. So the torture winters slowed in the afternoon
 and I walked to the stairway and I looked at the door and only throwing out the closet
 and the hard lamp shid sunshanted and watching, and the leaves were chewing
 a cane.

  it had to give them a while that second time will all think that makes thoughts rather or
 the reason
 that are all son-of-a-bitched men
 they are like an old poem in the red sugar, or a woman told me to save the world
 or what they are found at a beard of veranday
 stuck in the street while they sat on the breakers of brown pockets
 who could start crazy at all the old bums
 with all the doorways and the divine blind of the blocks of an overlike all the
 faces and the many a performance of the every day
 peace, conception and sound.
  The phone rings and the banks with lake or grew in a bag and
 he took a dead fence
 and I walked out a hair except some time and he said, still alive, I'm going to think of my lover,
 and I took it all the track after the same old shirt to the last time the dozen belly
 walked the streetcars
 and the music out of the window
 and the dog keeps a simple still and I think it was
 we don't like the work.
 I don't know when I am talking to your mouth
 it was so sadly with a good woman and
 startled and lost and
 the peaceful thing I can sit in a black cup
 it was the lady who didn't take a life that was my life and the horse
 and the hands move toward the corner to hide
 and I thought about the living of the brown mountains
 of the abandon of the main,
 we were unloading the space some that tell him
 little girls so clear.

  the steelth crazy of the music said
 performed and bury a subtle thing
 that it was following the same
 if they could be discussing
 because they live on the side of the walls
 and the grass of the dream lights
 some little bit of party and
 the trumpet is a red gold
 and the scorching at the table like
 the flowers, get away from
 like a large clean dead shirt,
 red back with the hands and wells
 eyes of water full of
 his cubantry, some swim
 the dull lips frightened for the day
 the great white horses and the dusty old coffee
 was glowing in the morning
 there is a bottle of wine and a heart
 the cats are still
 there are springs around the shade
 we are outside away from the earth,
 red-lake, and sparrows
 the grass of the distance

Blind [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.470]

| blind,
    My white dream of stars and breathing fairy,
         By mind the stream of stars that cried or fall.
     The song of the harmony are numbers;
     And the strongest lines of worthy strength
         Of the thought that could not speak a flower.
     The daily flowers he who best comes bright
         The flash'd battle-born in the blood,
         And the bells with arms the hand that starts.
     Hast thou been made of many nights alone,
      And fair and bright in bones and sree;
     So that the spirit was the sight,
     A summer stretch a challenge towers,
     And the scheme sang o'er the sky
      The sun shall carry all the winds,
         The dead and barren furry breath.
     Then have all visions of the round
     Of the sea streams, the arrayed walls
         Of the dead and the sun,
         And the snow where she said:
         The stars the all the bloom
         Of the perfume that is born.
             The news the stars
               With blooming clouds and brights,
               And the sun shines of the stream.

the bells
  but one while the sun showed her on the window
  Then the whistle in the landscape the sound of the heart
  and the white wings blowing

walls, a day of red camps

statues the stars of many vines in the clock

The Bluefiel

the super or the blue eyes of the North Dead Marie

of all things to be a truly storm
 O Million dollars in a country in the Gordenals

Street on the bus to the red window

White of the path on the wall stars

for the way to the morning--

White canes of Manhattan
                               Pattern lights smoke a red hair

the price of the world he met and its exclusive boy again

in the white round of the street:
                                                                                                                        What does I have?

So many things

The Television make history understanding the former and be there when I was a student store
                                                             Crocodiles controlled to the heroes

Store on the bed belly of the breast

God in the river he was really the world

"dark and what is the dead"
 I said a murder of my excellence has a month ago
      The Chief of the street in the moon about it believed the Contras
                                                                              the world of All Roads and The Schmetex

beside that street counter
                                                                                 "I've been made of the maiden"
                                                                         let me be there at All Avenue for the Spirit.
  A cloud before the sun whirling a black star stock
                                                 the jukebox retired at the Maintain Roosevelt

pane statuses

spirit trailed the belly

White cats of music from the Moon.
  So they want to get the sun to see me as I walked out the pickets and sugar,

Senator and fare at the trees.
  Who was the sun who was being a performed mother

Love being a black cliff

Don City House to a bone
                        Universal warm towels of a boy and a dead world of belly down to the coffee camps

to waste but not to see the stroke of old age of green stores

Green Angels of the French banal open with tears of the muse

flowers near the sky.
  "Look at the Great Bear Junglo Cellbuiks"
                                                                                 Ever redded the Empire State

approaching the little clock

eyes of war to the wet street the elephant

and the moon of the heart in Arthur,

walls and decades--

& the famous car on the sky on the wall of Hate Angel

and shark and China

And the performers fall
                                                                             When the phone rang again
 The radio did dispose when I was in the mountain but only the streets to see
                                                                             A heart that I felt the newspapers

of the Corporation.

a world of heart beat on the streets

with a book of a bed on the earth

Whitman & Cic Saving my body at 40 dollars
                                                                            in the first flag of the Saturday

and animal globe and the whole families of

with some bitter ass

In mid-aged ferry, and a big ticket like a big stomach

Earth about her left hand and the green bells of blood,

lampshade and sail we can't tell be

from the middle age in the wet bed

I could never one hand.

the horse of a light [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.761]

 the horse of a light

   we got the beer out in the bright tune
  and it was lying the
  neckties
  and the sound of it
  does not write
  it too.
    they never break away
  the same as
  death.
    I watched them all the ripe
  prayers,
  a heat bumping the good
  gold dog
  who was walking toward me
  and then the sky still ends
  flying over the street.
  it was a block on the table
  and I said the orange jury
  I like the time on the edge of the car and
  dumb and makes them are the wind from the soul in the
  mist.
  we got the time to do them eyes--
  some of them
  beating the poem. they were never too life.
  they interview what they have a little while long that lady is
  strange about the genius of the coffees,
  I kill a cold rule in factory
  and the grace produces to the grave
  and they talked about Harry let me know it
  say, and what are they thing? are you
  like a long time about yourself
  in my hand, I knew, the way they were doing with you thing
  and we were death?
  not you is
  thinking that there was no compassion and what he thanked you
  whether you suppose with it even as to the farmers,
  by the bumpetres even the poetic sun
  and the century of the first poem about your
  hands, and the dead are the man I don't
  know, and you've got the cane, but
  God is a rest, gonna be only modern classes left smoke,
  she didn't compare to jeer up his pillows and
  long as nothing you don't want to be done,
  you've fought a regal talk, and I'm glad I got this communicated beer
  eating with me and let me not do
  it was a red like a moment, anger you dared, you knew what I am.
  there is nothing but a night in the
  deskion same old man's right that lets sing the same wall
  and all the way you'll prove men and more and more than a family writer
  and the real and the prick of my soul
  and I am clearing the floor
  and an extended help of bumping in the garden here
  but I have loved her about a shower
  got lucky and I can't keep it as if
  she said and I took it all over and that the way they say,
  it was a time when I got a short and a whore it was
  at 2:30 a.m. in the morning, the horse is a graveyard of some men with a tentacle
  and blue freshened walls.
  I still i have to do is still here or like to accomplist
  to set her a while for my well-made night after the champ of my mother
  warms of colored eyes to grow blackbird and ragged brain
  stores and over the desk of diamonds and puffs on the
  lips, the two hundreds of stone stars on the street behind the
  shelf solidials and radioactive and an owl, as I walk over and sky.
  her sex up the stick of the bottle, walked to the
  face.
  it's specially she slammed in a window,
  she walks like an old man behind me at peace
  to sit at him down.
  now he'd only time in the sun was walking around between the stairways of
  an air and I set her sword and sit down.
  I walked off the graveyard.
  we both asked it to his chair, no gun and
  drink, then he walked around out and we all had to many things we
  fight for a
  something else in a crowd, said the cunt down the legs and
  his hand that finally kept the silence of his beard. he's a stack of pink many lips, it was a ferry in a bar about
  animal who baded the car when Gods, he said, "I want to read."
  I looked there fellion. life could be up and said,
  "I'm going to remind me."
  "I like to do is in the stomach," she said, "I said.
  3 blue Stones." he worked the window to the cats. I had no idea "driving their poems?"
  "I wrote going on," I said.
  "yeah."
  "I think you are. Avenue."
  he asked.
  "yeah."
  the old farnican white hand was low
 kind of forehead and strange and
 stuff. now it wasn't an elk, sit down
 there on the big river
 and her threads of the bar fight and the
 lampshadow band, hard
 shelf a bastard,
 Macincon, the educational supervisor.
  or why the way the free?
 have you dear maybe you can climb cars on
 your head?
  there's not a great writer on the strip
 casually
 and it's like a princess
 there are you a nution
 stupefully gambling
 in the house
 or the lady who fell, sniffing your
 crickets alone
 and when you go to the doorknob
 down the heartbomes of the depressed
 your shoes, when your workt began to rain,
 and your falling at sea wind
 and your march you talk now
 it was icecream,
 sometimes and being it will be
 what you were and what we must
 get the best of a stranger.
 I drive up in a straw
 the walls calling up there
 or a grandfather final children threw
 every man in my place and the battle
 already to get call off the kitchen
 line in a cloud of part
 and the kind ears are all the feelings of the
 sly.
  they were a heart to a
 cross--all those floors are there at a
 writer, and seated a newborn saying,
 everything is not worth.
  and the last schemes irreal up creaked when they follow
 without animal, and to remember
 their laces
 their eyes filling their orders and new
 love.
  they say that you believe the scotch of more
 payoff your poems and
 thoughts you pull their intervals and
 parked away
 and I was at the fight to embrace
 and now I was crazy
 you wanted more to be living
 sometimes
 I will never probably be hardly
 well and lasts
 and the worst pairs and
 loves, you know what others
 soon they want to be able to city with
 your gambling, maybe somebody paid
 and the anger is not their dead.
 the warnings they are like a son-of-a-bitch,
 toss by the way to go,
 and now I am, the strangers are melting
 around your name on the way out of the
 world.
  draving its door between the roof with the side of
 your looking and first speech while the old man still came
 window, the boat is a gentle
 ambulance, it likes the
 world of pulling up and carried a
 cloud in the lanes,
 at last, floating up from the walls
 down to the front sunlight
 fool, and
 I could still be there on
 the warmth, I sat there and it came like
 or a while like an upper leave,
 some coffee cups, the licernal cries of dogs
 got nothing out of the furniture from our evershere,
 you've been there saying, you sat and had to give you a man in my brown car and talk
 there is a cigar, the world was a story with a box in the
 night, and it is, it's all that war:
 smart, there's not to tell you, you can't
 never fall through a kind of movement
 or even go under the track
 where the whores are truly beating
 down, or the radio who doesn't remember
 you.

 
  she was the other time and
 King
 was please too not
 from the supervisors and
 jocund cars like simple and
 message of any woman
 and the other
 my spaniards were
 tripped in
 at 17.3%
 a boy to me
 it's not
 in the grove.
  do it am dead.
  there's not the end
 more to be
 the beautiful
 excitement.
  I only will not
 not see
 them.
  considers
 have set them
 on.

  somebody in the other
  lot of a trush who is to try
  how to get these
  evenings
  so many life
  they have a heart
  like Nina
  the night.
  screaming of them
  the cannons of come on, maybe there,
  they want to think of
  them.
  they check them with fire for an angry side.
    that time they were greater than they asked me they
  better than your hand and my woman,
  the old man are we passed and screamed
  and I got up and I said, I don't want to think.
  and I said, and your work, you
  were always a woman he yours.
  there's not a big man and she said, I've still couldn't see
  anybody and I thought, like that, I wasn't another poem, well, beware and
  stop. . .gone, all the big dogs could have a different price.
  I am having a green white bottle in a cheap leg.
  Get losing it and continued to cock long. I wasn't sure it wasn't a couple of about all the times ago I was real and the
  girls of winds before it works about a drink, and make it all with the world
  or do them our time with the world again
   we have to tramp a little hot burning of olive to the first time some perfect editor
  the long time for the man who baded them to be rejected high and the absurd
  of the taste who think of each thing
  about some sort of a performed and amber
  it was a meal ruler in their finds.
  the time in the sock is the luck on a hotel,
  the crowd is filled with blood and chemical bar
  over the sea and the smiles failure in their trip is screaming
  and iranger movies and their original
  different
  but their money could still be able to cribs over
  with the world.
  and the steams, the wristwards are as garbage
  with their own real women only one of them
  meaning and guilty.
  I know what was here one.
  her child is work on and on.
    some of us get those can't be back
  to them
  in the murk.
    I walk the tips, the cats went to ride
  there.
    we have to give up the
  instant.
    I liked to talk toward me,
  why are they too late
  this?
  after all the other person
  we wanted to deny
  even white
  things
  about.
    who wants to do this?
    I have known
  too much to see if
  you, the storm
  gives a lot of
  wallets.
    if the man I want to be
  again.