no thought of shine [Temp. 0.536] [Full Poem]

no thought of shine

  I don't like it will play the sky
    I love my words and what the light had spoken
    his two crimes and whole things that smiled
 I love the truth as I walk with a dream
 In a new path by the dead, I knew I would save my heart toward
 the spider that seems to play the still streets
 I don't want it and go where the sun was betrayed.
  The mist should know the butterflies of stone that wasn't here
 I saw his work at a pink water.
 What I am did the land of the moon?
 I don't like the only ones I wanted my come to prove a big child
 and I stared at the street a street to the thing of a face
 I spent the bed and starred at the brain in the sun
 I mourt the grass of Place,
 the body is a power and I said.
  I was never the last place and the walls club under it
 I like his lips with the world of my body.
  he could be a crowd cry, a bedroom and brain and white
 the streets are singing in the window in the sun.
 
  the other old lady is all right: the hard
 issued, a canopy stuck the tiny water
 and the clock in the sea, the living
 in the dark with a long time before
 he never really sets her hand and a bed and
 held down the dresser and she said
 about the next day it was a drunk
 some of them talked out the horse
 a drink, and I always lived in the rain
 and I can't see him to its own death
 and then he said.
 
  the strange women said, said the others and
 leaves and the tracks
 and the cream faces them all over the wall.
  I can't see the beautiful woman and when the bars run in the sunset
  and then came up again and she said,
  "Get it out of your dark dog!"
  Martha bagged me, he was locked in the garage
  and the walls are going to have a stranger
  and his retical wine she said, "I want to give up a
  time."
  "I am not at last!" I told him.
  "I don't like this poem is the proper for your clothes."
  "I'm going to do is after the refrigerator between you?"
  I went into a brank sound, he was a strange city and
  the way he was sitting on the top
  of my brown and music, the way they had to give up and
  the wind began to get along with them and
  I don't know that I was a freaky enemy, did the
  country and they were all working to the man with the rest of
  diamonds. . ."
  "I know why they never come over and put it off the street)
  and I'm glad I got to the bar
  and she could not all night I wanted to be better than I
  learned what to do with me, it's a fuckin' one and nothing who can see
  the same dirt rolling out of the window and the one who looked around
  and as he was born in the car who needed to be in his mother's back.
  there is some of the last one, he told me about it we never was a weakness of a butterflies.
  he spit out his car wine, and watch her dressed belch with a
  beautiful phallus of olive
  and when she walked around the window and he was lying on a picking watch
  and at the side of the coffee cup of the refrigerator and we were all the doors
  and the counter and handed him as he slides and then walked back to the other window
  and the phone rang.
  the others had a damned thing that was always the rest
  with his whore.
  he would gather the dog barking to a while a
  few red ballots, the two smars walked the top of the night,
  and I walked into the counter and he wasn't blue
  and there was a horse of power to be seen and
  sometimes the night I saw her feeling about
  his wife and the challet and lonesome short and smoked a
  chalk stare.
  I walked across the black wood and said the way down at the end of
  the window, and the way the same old dame is a plane of wine and about the
  rest.
  I got up and back naked and a year-old poem at a time
  I walked around and I walked around and
  she walked into the window. she said.
  "yeah. I am a smile, I've stopped to the
  frenzy of the jungle of a beating like a man with a leaven on a
  whore of the man on the wall to the car.
  he was gone. I am a marine thing that still is.
  I don't even read about while I was all crying and somebody said.
  she was a starving about the first message
  and they were all outside a little thing the day the waiting of love
  had been so good as he was like a big ticket
  and a woman walked to the door and walked around and
  stood there in there and we went on to the bathroom
  and the last tv and there is a man who doesn't even know why they were going to stay and
  and I am a supermarket
  one of his money in the middle of the racetrack.
  "listen, I'll make it off the window and said, "I'll give you a minute,"
  I said, "I know what I think,"
  I said.
  I walked over and I walked over and
  I took the window tonight.
  I walked over and talked about the sheets and
  as the sun is always the door walked back and
  left me and I said as the other was
  and I felt as I only wanted to hear and they walked around
  and the doc melts the dog we made a special
  challenge under the rocker.
  "I want to see the big dance."
  I walked around and he walked around some package
  and then he said, "I don't like them or the other."
  "I am a stranger!"
  "yes," I said, "I don't know what he does."
  "I've been looking for you."
  "I don't know what they'd have it on to be you right with the women
  things because men will reach it off and say you think about the
  whole world sees you to do when you gonna make that
  and I have a saint and you can find me about yourself
  and you should have to go to them that you
  got these songs, you were an extramed shoe and you don't know
  their first fellow and meaning that the best poem
  can be understood the same time with a woman in the corner
  and sing yourself in the sunlight and the first young Jew of Montolies, the others decided to be there
  meaning is to scream at a house and one of them all
  we can't believe they were born to see you are gettin' better or somebody that
  does it work and
  hold me, and I have a good lady which I missed their distance
  and I'm still the horse of my hand and your hand across the walls
  and I walked away to be a day
  in the midst.
  I walked across the floor and said, "I'll put my house today and
  say anybody looked around and I walked on.
  "hey, clip 5 minute! you see, I said,"
  "I don't want you to do it a mess. I don't like Mondo."
  "I don't like them on a long bottle out of the window, the world won and
  walked into the street and sit in the offine
  or the paper swashed.
  I stretched in a hard-contes and some of them at the track
  and she told him to get there and he was
  beautiful and as he was a crisp and she was at
  my drink, and then a man is sure as she said:
  "I don't like the other woman, you were an unusual teenage they somebody works, what are you doing?"
  "I don't like the world was a sailor than you don't know what it was about you."
  "you want to hate that in the other?"
  "I got that many time."
  "I don't like Blow your mind," I said.
  "I don't like the other guy who wanted to be a little time for the night."
  "you were a good time?"
  "I mean a good woman."
  "he only been made too much."
  "I won't come down, he wants to be a good bottle, you could be a lot of men are senilities and
  peace or washing them all over the world.
  and I watched the long time to walk away from her on a broken house
  but you can't sleep too much too long to tell you that thing is so strange
  about him, the sun had to be a coffee.
  he was my many a couple of strawberry to meet
  "how he would not really want to be a stranger?"
  he said, "I don't like many of them that I wanted."
  she asked.
  "I wrong alone in a drink," she said, "I'll give you a strange girl," she said.
  "I hate to see you," he asked.
  "you were always the same time?
  what are you doing?"
  "I don't know if you couldn't suck your good days later, it was a
  real one--a woman you bet him there with you, I thought, or
  it's a place when I am a friend of
  somebody which was a man of gate
  with your confused of death.
  Berlinkin didn't matter why they wanted to get the
  price and the red stores of dock on the table
  so I am not the only time who've seen it
  all that was the only one they are all the times
  I see that the whole thing I wanted to find it to be plenty of power
  and the world was standing at the back and
  smoked and cursed the big cats like a
  search of the tube of the old man and the man
  and the one who didn't like to think of his
  own love to her face and the dead flies;
  and finally it was the scheme of the best
  death and the other side that was
  interesting of the blood
  staring at the corner, the bed and hand of
  the many times they stopped to make a very self.

  53. COUP BRING?
  she gives him the dead early at some beautiful stories,
  the bars the lamp closes to the light
  and the door truck at all
  and we came out at the room and
  see the lake of the first months
  the way up and the guy was
  under the drunken dog barks.
  he would like to get along
  at a real way of water
  and the man in the morning
  he was a white sheet
  to pretend to
  drive my heart and
  stand in the closet.
  all the cats walked by
  spiders and into a
  cigarette.
   "I don't like the man better on the table."
    I don't like Bible. I will send you my wallet.
  she was a human box
  and I walked on in and out of a different person
  the day we are all words about the
  days.
    "I don't want you to be able to do it--"
  "I won't come to me."
   I went into the thing
  and I think the sound is still the intestine
  and some of them ever gone and
  the girls are tired and the notes at the
  crickets and the world of the side of the track
  and the signals of a taxi and pulling wallpaper
  and somebody thought of the track is working
  and the track of the circumstances are getting really full of
  and the world is a perfect substance to the world.
  it was about the chorus of an anticipation
  in the hosts of paper, the grave, and the sticks
  and the hard-ports are sky and the last cigarette
  and a night affectionate walls with flute and
  peace.
   the real poems are tied fly aside and harder than the music of the world
  and the stranger and the storm, and they are all beyond you
  you are one of them not as we are bad and the trumpet the encounter
  with their crazy woman and the lady leaves or the drinking and the editor
  and I will the understand the dead flat tanks are making
  their eyes, the sun whirling, the black stere is the same liver walked by the track
  the prick of the screaming of the movies, the man walks down the room
  but if I were a smile and the music of a woman
  who walked into a madhouse and stared at the back and on
  the back of the streets of rockers.
  the streets are going to the many of the track,
  smoked me in a chair
  and I had a dead place and I walked along with the
  bars, and I walked into the doorknob
  and the way the whores are like a stranger and the other lanes and
  butterflies as the paper separate memories and centuries at the street carrying a
  nice panoper or two or an ant classical and absolute
  clean clotter in the track and the church laughed at me.
  I read it in and out of the window and it was
  not even a man once was a wall of death.
  I watched the couple of many years old with the next time and the main shipping metal in the air
  and I felt all the little things that was the other work of
  things which we lose for
  a cat.
  they were always the time when the old man were gone
  as if there is only a nice but a woman who won the street
  and set it in the side of the racetrack
  with a rock or stumbling on a dark cover with a head
  and the old as the curved poet who could get a
  screen in the middle of the street, the lonely man we saw
  a piece of picking on a white shoelace, and
  a paper candy and the street is in the sun
  and the track and the belly as I fell off the trees
  and the sun was feeling at the track and the sun got down
  the first time when the sun came through the clouds of the track
  and the little girls came as the day
  and the bars, the girls, said the man who had been there
  and the charity of the drunken thing had been trying to find the
  best stories of whiskey, I was a red toothbrushed scream,
  and I looked at the window and the whores are all in a million months
  and I returned to the walls with the time to cover the bars,
  the first world was born, they are like a part of my soul,
  and I see the flesh of the men's body and the sky and the day was a big thing
  and the man in the world and the way they were dancing there and I see a stranger and
  paycheck that wonderful beautiful statesmen,
  and I pulled it out of the chair
  I watched the conception and the problement of the air
  who walked in and toward the streets when he was a century of dead
  and the one that could be a real hot and a blood of old women
  and the dead precious charity of water and much to art
  the dog who died and he went off to the car and sit on the brushbooks of his mind
  and it was only the eyes of a beggar, or an inch of about
  a school and a strange and music on doorsteps
  and a man walks away from the door, and I walked in a chair
  I started the first time I felt like a next time for the last natural way, and they are
  fields. it was a cane.
  the other man walked in a chair with a barber.
  then a son of a bitch or two of its blood,
  and the way the phone rang and there was a
  long time.
  the trucks were a shadow so was a shame
  and the poem is a relected alleys of an animal
  the world of bones set by and the day of the thief
  and when I was an Italian or the French harvest
  and the dog draws of stone
  I drove off the street and we were burned and
  beated the street.
  he was her again and smiled at me, the grave was
  going to get him down to a walk on.
  the world was still a little while
  there was a man who had seen the barstools of the
  fields, and the coming of people sitting on the
  table, he said, "I guess you're dying!" I asked.
  "I don't like the worst who thinks about you, you're doing what the hell you do what they have to see
  your belly and satisfied with me?"
   "yeah."
  "then you make," he says,
  "I don't know what they don't want you, she said, you're not going to see you, yeah,
  he said, I'll give you a sailor and we'll get the
  part of the right for a good part of the paper, you can't have to see
  them too much will be alone without you.

poor and dead [Temp 0.60] [Full Poem]

poor and dead.

  The One I Aver Youth Oh I SNart
Of the lowlands are cover'd with the light of the air,
And when the principal sent me with the part, flashing and warning,
All for its continued work and price and reveals of the great friendship I have prophetic,
The grass is very strung, and the love of the spacious faces and the
    farmers of the earth in the midst of all the rest,
I have seen the same old song.
I am a mere brother with a picty and brute,
The blooming touch of the rails and lips, the brood of life or a small.
The again was pour'd out and running, water is and earth, and the
    beaker, who are you that wanted only toward them,
It is the crush of many a dirt that are made and spare,
To understand, provider, let us deep, the best of peace returns,
Not touch or back to me that it is in any one sepulfating, and these and holds only of the
    courtin' to our embraces and prophets of sea--in
    for I know it is about a ship,
To you ye who like me, and I must have not carefully heed you there,
I do not know it with myself where I sweated through me.

     35
Word more than all the world!
Embody and universal man gets dead--not a chanticueated content,
And the same and sublime with all their processions that meet, as the same old guess
    are as gone, or unquallism'd,
The second trailing all the world goes to the ground,
The sun with absorbing all things but their brother and the universe,
I have reason, not to be their way in them, or down the stallions
    when the lands and the perfumes, and the same old land
    are children,
They scan the battle-friend in his way and grave,
The body of him they were not the person that he seems to me,
The songs of the dead with good they had produced around the sea,
And the impressive armies and same and death--it is the rest.
I am fully are for them,
I do not know it--it is what I mean, he is said it waits,
What is it I do not know what it is--but I know it is not so hard to be leavin' now.

     52
The spow I sit and lean aloud in front going back and the stars and
    forks as as the sun bart with a bad number
    and wonderful.
The countenance of the world over the lakes,
The sacred iron in thy holder in the hall-start,
The earth and the conventions of the earth and land,
Where the steamboard with the sun is growing to the bayonets,
Where the rest did not be any more than authmance to me.
  the strong day, the current growths of blood for my eyes who work at me and love
    every one of the songs.

     12
The loud ones start, and found the peace, his present arm,
And all the world were nevertheen those who lives as wild becomes and death.)

     10
Allons and all those wild willows and must not speak to its till a superb is the
    war-clown and on the skull and trailing are,
And libraries up there, again and and as well as the sun was forget,
The whole of the sunset is blowing in flowers past and let us later the
    distirture of all,
Through a keep of the white flag-tops of the sun,
Making a few lighting the great cattle-blinks of the stud of my spheres,
The past and price of steamship for the earth.
I do not drive and return from the taking of the world over with me,
Be not the soul in thee! the scorch of youth?
And what are they all around you whoever you are?
Well, I adorett for myself and me not one is mine, while the house was flat and tribe,
And the world was food as the stars absorbed with the nations,
The holds and steamboat lie down the waters are to the table,
The flag of the supplement from the harvest are the lighter storm of my country
    and breaking and breast or barn(and light,
Her long straining glab and every life of me,
It will be afar of myself and all my face to go and we see in the
    morning by the soul.

     15
The past and tradition of the world, and the work we come to the past,
And all the world was here and there.
A song and spirit, what has come to me my body? what are you doing?
I know the procession of a well-grinn, the same as the rest,
I hear again in the midst of the old farmer's first young man;
In the morning they are the forest there is the morning and the men within the room,
And the war, they the same as the last of the dragon compass,
And the carpenter the crescent corps1 gets onward, the bones,
The world needs the soul--and for the procession of all the same.

     47
I knew I will the servants of farthest and soldier,
And what I am for the order of my life or mercy, yet no one
    of the past,
And the contents are reach to face, the President hurries, what he saved
    autumn,
The same strength of time was just, the sunlight, sleeping, each,
The crown of panting and faith, the boat by the faith of the sea,
Follow'd the hand of the labor some who has been worthy of them,
The world of old, torring, matchless, bear as it was better than the sea,
And the most numbers of the end of the soul,
The performed and words they were as well as they are,
The same old lady charm'd with nights, with sparkling cock and shadows,
And the first note of the brightness of forms, the shows of red and blood,
The heav'd the singing of the sunshine of the sky,
    the bushy and shade-wall'd earth and earth,
A rich gravecy of stone and grief and drink and velvet trees.
Not a million strong lands of the sun to touch the streets,
Dear to my love.
  The son of the right in the hollows wave,
A man I do not ask who what it is--but I am any more than to do so much for me.

     5
We are the President?
Are you for your life to you whoever you are again?
Not why my right are the landscape receiving all superb friends and good nights,
And the lands they too are worthy to act to me, and I forbid you and me,
The same old lady more really not absolute.)

     16
Underneath all, Nativity,
I swear I will not shave home to me and death.
I do not know it--it was a phrase shall be slenter's, bade them the stuff
    and spake as the People
    reach for my brain and sisters what is sailing,
It is the entire ball and interchange of a madden's eye,
A woman on the lake's outlight tested for its days once more.

     50
     Mighty and bend at the last beauty of the war the band and eyel the
    contention,) shout is absolute,
The young men falling off and I am on the bank,
Its tipsy and smoke and close Poets, a King OFF fruit in the
    monocclocon, or alone as the sprig was coming out of
    the stars,
For nothing before we are, to be spent out of the landscape with one mortal strength of
    the forest that wants to save the soul.
Serious spars! subliming me to the furies, solitary appear for the orchard,
For you are to you, Solitude, the arrows of old man, you only the same and the more than one.
And those that in the sky we cannot reach the gate--and what was my
    brother the person that is for any one of
    the streets of the countryside,
The carpenter singing as the soul, the sea of the streets are blowing,
The stars of the stumps of the growth of the task
    and the stately track, the flowers wild with the buzzing
    sweet music,
I see what the first touch you strike up the walls, the tip-of the surface,
    sunshine and color'd lightning, like a lifeless man,
The strength of the scene of the hospital works,
The storm-coalsters seated up in amber lands,
The building thoughtful miracles of the great moments stretch
    up the stables of the earth and sky,
The steamboat--by the shrine where the sacred fields are singing;
The long-red crown of the world turns the redbreast, and the light and the
    fields of the far-can of every trial,
As the song that was to see the world of the next person born,
The woods are again to be their food to be their faith.
  Streets and dances,
Perfect silently over the rest, and the sky is sure, and it was deaf.
The voice of the stars are free and drinking and ever, and the
    mountains and the processions of the real characters,
Look'd off the stairs on the ground,
Dost the whole earth in the landscape and open and bloody State,
In the midst of the coffins, and the house-star was sunker cut from the ground,
How the the time the current flag of the winds before them
    and of the earth and the performeal?
What are they discoverier that with the turrets of the end, the stars
    and brightness?
Of the elevators and day and the moon sets forth,
I see the silver branches of silently breath,
And all the wars are standing at the woods, her face, content,
The anger, the confusion--what has been without artillery?
The soul was such a strong universal man,
The ceasing the words of him from the troubled faith,
The crown of the sea, and unborn in the mountains library,
    under the plain,
The American music of the day with his back behind,
And are not forth first the charming of the day.
A great grass is sung, it all for thee,
All this the earth is gone.
My physiology and breath are lifeless,
And the crows by the prompt blood of the priest's and divine and
    blood in the morning, and the threads of my freshest hand and
    youth, I am a few word down to me,
I resume to look at the work of the lost retirements of my life,
The shadowy champagne, and the forest the storm two bow nameless more and more,
And I saw them and the conqueror of the world over.

     5
Alone as I love to call a little charity or my personal body,
I cannot see me not to be a man's object in the ocean or third to fill me.
I am a messenger can heap at my bed with other man who;
But I do not know what it is--but I knew I cannot see,
Not a butcher spot of an arrow and birds, and the routines of the world.
O the masks and months I saw one full content,
And all the world of one who breaks them there.
The bard of the morning while they are free to me,
This is the best to me as well as body and sible,
The colour'd woman seem to feel the house and barn and over the fields.
I am for those that has been any more than one eyesight countervails another,
I cand a chant of pretensions and men.
I say I being to use the spirit of it in some ship?
Is it not a mere tale? a rhyme? all time?
Are you any man or world nor lost to me, my boy? anyhow or to in ourselves alone?
Why are you doing? are you doing? my body becomes a president wait,
I know the superior man I will scoot is a word of men.

     16
The production of the first thousand war,
With the performed and devilish with all in thee.
As long at all the wilds with half below the wars and stones,
I feed the song of my own loft or cried it looks, and the masters are for you,
I cannot see the young man's heart's bare horns and fourtest poisons of many a star,
And would not answer for me.

     16
The particular practice sprung back again, "I do not know what it is," I said,
"I am the entry at the end of my mind, I am a hazard and a man I love,
I truly walk and rise his age and let us wear his work and wonderful trill.
A sigh from the North or blocks of boots thziles in the bay-born I love
    three days and nights,
And all the world over and urased America's excitement.
  The darling flanks of the broad ponder'd and bound,
A bullet sweater'd and scarf or smoke and silent and reticent, and
    the mighty words 4)
I see the house he fills a song for me, and I said to my black and stranger,
And a good woman I am dead and warm'd,
Some of these things for me any man a sailin' promptly as without any man within,
And as the stars we are supposed in the night,
As if they are a-glittering in the window and the stars and
    the perfect bathroom bending,
I see the far-sprig with the slapping of the bayou,
And I stand at the southern place and the fields and the blows of them,
Where the enemies continually rest the glass and light,
Yet I sing to the last retirement, I saw as if they are these feudals,
I answer for my own excellence, and the brothers are fully going to realize them,
And what is it inside and medicating now are the jewels of the earth for them,
(I am curious about their brothers and summers and lands?
The sea of traveling and pulling man to the forest who these fear is
    not the best-walking,
They slowly carried a shadowy grave to a red power captain,
We pass'd forward to the south, or wait for nothing, promptly and the best cries
    of the soul in what beat me,
Always the servant and beginning to the matter.
I am a messenger seek me on the forenoon,
I too press that pressure now are the same as the soul,
All day and all is life to fill itself and every thing in the other.
Askezs who would assume you.
I do not know what it is--but I know it is in them, the day we think
    and who owes its own and gone,
The sight is the best way and every one I speed,
And walks with me and real the tongue of youth,
There is no place is when you shall be great.
I believe in the present and the priest's enough,
I could rise to the rhyme of the song,
O the broom of the morning--all things you may go when to all the songs of joy who proves
    love or the soul--thou ever fill'd upon the sunlight as who knows,
I see the one within my early man and women who keep me in the home the stretch
    of the past,
I see what the same old lady is not understood, and loved me,
And what is drifting with pining words as things were thine?
The last retreated worshipper and the ship is crest?

     2
The smoke of our flesh with high men and women and closes and
    made of the streets, the tray of the squadrone,
The camp of the scene, the dark-bloom of the crowd, with grave, or sitting
    came and into the conquerors,
And all the world were they to the same as the rest are in the streets,
It has no child, the crowded battle-blocks with his part,
And upon the fragrant chairs of sparkling windows,
As in the rails and the harvest-tail'd chambers stands up
    at the stately transit,
I bother with my power, products of my face, and singing the sunlit path
    of his friends,
And the performer of the hostler and the trust of the soul.

     4
From all the rest I journey through the war or carrying me so speech,
And the charity of the stars were the past, the stars is the other armies,
    and with the higher babes,
And for the low with the seas of old man who,
    and when the perfume sad,
The body and countless penalty prompt sex of mine, and
    sweet of words,
When mystic master-streaming feet of the streets are to be forgiving,
The ancient bandage that makes no need for spring, and was the last,
    and with the ladies cannot fail and stand and defiender,
And the portic bard of myself, and his son and death and horse,
I see the earth at last and strong and all the same as the simple thing;
And I shall never congrage and return and accept them to be ever;
I see the vision of the enemy's charger than the fairgrouse,
And all the world was not a few leavings.
The shapes of the yellow savage, my influence to fill the next day
The speaker's stud to make them walk and glad again, contential and trick,
Place and tribe's only beauty, the warriors and the secretary,
    the sun that flows their rights and the live-oats of the crowd and
    copper more,
The creeping of the men, the storm-wind growths, the strangers alone,
And reflection of the rich partakers of the world.
The stars will wear on the stars of his politics,
Here are the tides of winds and waters the flowing sea,
With the distant lamb, the shade of a pure contain'd and a while the elder soul peeps forth,
And all the sound hours of other thoughts of sickness and any happiness,
The processions of songs, and the soul into me,
The blood of the man with the mingled men and women at their backbone
    interminable and revolving,
The same old lady of father's dreams, the nations the storm,
    the sun is proud, and the gentle halls, the trees,
The likes of the light of the latent swarm, nor laws
Themselves from the bathroom, the wild soul-dust blooming are
    a flower-grind fire,
With nothing respled in free debts of the sea, the palerambus of the
    threads of many a stately-field of the stars,
And the joyous pride and the believe of myself,
And with all his many a life at the tread of the seas,
Nor the last of the circuin that proves the original ears,
And all the processions of the track is of the true and outright;
It is the enveasing man high-companions with the universe.
Production every object in these States, and the Dead and the States,
All hops and forth rivers, spiritualism, the primitive charity or soul--they soul nor defile the fighting the stars and
    mornings and sky,
Whom is not fortypring for yourself to be love, it is identity,
And all the world over all the world over the world, what I turn off the war,
And when I love you, we will sing you standing with a face to tell you also,
I feel I shall feel the charms and everywhere.

     7
(The morning I felt myself at last and start,
What I guess'd when I was there, I think of the world over,
My beard and all that was once great things there is love to act or any man or woman,
And when all the son and trees are bards of old, we are alive and near to me.
Behold, in Oregon, far in the war,
It is not a party and cruff a crown, and are to say sometimes which the complete is the
    beating of the great adoring.
And as to you Life, I will speak to me at Form,
I do what I am of the work of men.

     16
Love with bliss to a memories and the same, but I know it
    and when I pass'd with me my brood.
The soothing thing in brother,
I believe the songs of sprightly caresses and reach'd to the inside of my hand.
All cuniclets for the day-dream'd on the grass,
When the light is of the trail and many a dirt to you will soon be brought to me,
They are too small and die and pride and crime,
Some way the soldiers sail and rest enough,
The two are the souls of hopes, and all their modern work they were all in thee,
(The countless thoughts about the promises and the words that will do
    all within the night.)
  Lawyer, all those broods of peace,
My life is still across the poison'd song.
The shaft stands a haze the leaving halters spread,
A hand that seems to stand it at the tippable politics,
In the plains of the soul of the march strange below.
A tribe's confession so beneath the slave
Of grass and schemes that struggle on the sunlight bloody grown
To grow to see their souls alone in patients, in the sea,
Except the charity of the world of life and identity and
    uninterminable grass.
  The performed and musicians of the shape,
And a word of the rest, they are the stars and the thresholds, and the sprig of space,
And the colors are absorbs any nearer to me, and the souls of perfect proportions of humanity,
But don't assembly involve the prow or supposed to one thing in the track
    with me.
The tracks of the air and the constant and the traveler expected.

     14
The long yielding of the river, the piloth and sunshine and grave,
Stars, barren, brown-stations, politics, bodies, shops, companions,
    thunderous, strength, sweet-engin's, throwing, health,
    high and darkness, and farth-peasant grass bearing the glass,
All thinn'd and reputation, and as the truth sepulcherers.
Here and the man I sae so sailing there from the head of the render
    and into me and hast each'd with me,
It is a stranger.
The old man, strong, good as you, and your grave--
     You must die in the sea!
And the sound is the stranger in the close,
Not the blood of the soul;
Or as the songs will travel to me,
The head of orange your maidens stand,
And mourns the world and side of windows,
And many a song there is the freeze,
And make a face remain.

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

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 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