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A red-hot needle hangs out of him, he steers by it as if it were a rudder, he would get in the house any way he… and then he would bounce from wind…
Loving me with my shows off means loving my long brown legs, sweet dears, as good as spoons; and my feet, those two children let out to play naked. Intricate n…
This is the key to it. This is the key to everything. Preciously. I am worse than the gamekeeper’s c… picking for dust and bread.
All day we watched the gulls striking the top of the sky and riding the blown roller coaste… Up there godding the whole blue world
Sleepmonger, deathmonger, with capsules in my palms each nig… eight at a time from sweet pharmac… I make arrangements for a pint—siz…
Many a miner has gone into the deep pit to receive the dust of a kiss, an ore—cell. He has gone with his lamp
Not that it was beautiful, but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there; something worth learning in that narrow diary of my mind,
His awful skin stretched out by some tradesman is like my skin, here between my f… a kind of webbing, a kind of frog. Surely when first born my face was…
Sing me a thrush, bone. Sing me a nest of cup and pestle. Sing me a sweetbread fr an old gra… Sing me a foot and a doorknob, for… Oh sing, bone bag man, sing.
Let the flowers make a journey on Monday so that I can see ten daisies in a blue vase with perhaps one red ant crawling to the gold center.
By the first of August the invisible beetles began to snore and the grass was as tough as hemp and was no color—no more than
Your daisies have come on the day of my divorce: the courtroom a cement box, a gas chamber for the infectious J… and a perhaps land, a possibly pro…
Surely I will be disquieted by the hospital, that body zone— bodies wrapped in elastic bands, bodies cased in wood or used like… bodies crucified up onto their cru…
They come on to my clean sheet of paper and leave a Rorscha… They do not do this to be mean, they do it to give me a sign they want me, as Aubrey Beardsley…
Gone, I say and walk from church, refusing the stiff procession to t… letting the dead ride alone in the… It is June. I am tired of being b… We drive to the Cape. I cultivate