we boss my off-sets and
useless nearer springs &
cleaning mantle theory
another lot to rot explanation
stroke bored children, here,
grey-bolted scavenged phials cold fell
come here, Stunned World Powders
we boss my off-sets & useless nearer springs
& vague mirrored wenches are the best,
rush past but cry rust distant, blank charge
turned grasp to grinding & orders sockets from
street-sharpeners cleaning mantle theory
batten up mystery confessionals, tell and
keep us from print, O Adonai, felt we tears,
solvent, rotted and of plumed bearing
mantle theory, handsaws, the wrecked mills,
& silent springs, storefronts now fire into day
billboard faces lately bloom'd in doorways dying
were imported to twist mine mortal coat
come Midnight I write the shadows shut into
back hours snowy, their knuckles ghosted of Paradise
my showering came, cloud roll cannot store, no, have
just the Halt City, careless silence crack'd from off-sets
I'm as from nearer, blue no cry vain, her be near explanation
the cars I fed looks are shaking, flaked from houses, SNOW
GLOBE! die in confession, still said with more, corpse pleaded for
the lie knaves, good the deadly hands twist mine mortal coat
half-built words are my house creatures, stroke their ratty fur
those who could die turned up dead, billboard faces, topical they
who wrecked, their doubt deploring down to a beautiful sudden
what twins the forests strolled up to me, responsibly perfumed &
cowardly about outside pleasure, strolled up around slowly o'clock
pure weak somber course walled in granite, something there is that
courts lips! these sweet tree-tops scattered like crumbled guns -
any scatterings come, called, & puff the trumpet gruesome that turned
on me
should to be found beneath my hand house-creaturely, scattered now tho
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