The threewomen who all walked In the same dress And it had falling ferns on it Skipped parallel To the progress

Little tapers leaning lighted diag… Stuck in coffin tables of the Caf… Leaning to the breath of baited bo… Like young poplars fringing the L… Eyes that are full of love

The human cylinders Revolving in the enervating dusk That wraps each closer in the myst… Of singularity Among the litter of a sunless afte…

The toy become the aesthetic archetype As if some patient peasant God had rubbed and rubbed

I am the centre Of a circle of pain Exceeding its boundaries in every… The business of the bland sun Has no affair with me

Spawn of Fantasies Silting the appraisable Pig Cupid his rosy snout Rooting erotic garbage ‘Once upon a time’

The present implies presence thus unauthorized by the present these letters are left authorless— have lost all origin

Midnight empties the street Of all but us Three I am undecided which way back To the left a boy

Man of absolute physical equilibri… You stand so straight on your legs Every plank or clod you plant your… Becomes roots for those limbs Among the men you accrete to yours…

Ostracized as we are with God The watchers of the civilized wast… reverse their signals on our track Lepers of the moon all magically diseased

The Normal Monster sings in the Green Sahara The voice and offal of the image of God make Celtic noises

Curie of the laboratory of vocabulary she crushed the tonnage

We might have coupled In the bed-ridden monopoly of a mo… Or broken flesh with one another At the profane communion table Where wine is spilled on promiscuo…