Mouth off to plunger, what farm
to little necessities glues these
the fish to lovely, as whom food
unveils to aftermaths. On light
times untabled bulb arrays you
come to feel its pinch, and are
of calls to sterner stuff, not one
but all told, leastwise that one
off and folly sparkling wine bib.
But what more, what have you
to rainbow quips, slop shapes in
late trash. No then, so thank me
furious one, done in great on fast
jibes, far from the wherewithout
of folderol or gun romance. Make
ash bowls in this person as a cup,
teacake half best to last, no after
you, but not to rarefy its passing
save as things fit. Do me out, my
love, in enough to be going on with.
*
One treats and coins with
the best among, how shine
is but that opened grotto
of his donator and loose
of an as it were stammer
purple, lute of crater gum
*
Anyway but anyday
each and all on high
fans in no better scar
who could its novum
and normal temp on
singular ample, hip
to the nem con nods
of scary lux, cull me,
I am neither worthy
nor notwithstanding
*
And out of dominion
wake the silver string
to a lowly crime rate
and bagged flat, the
first come to, nor dare
to wield, shafts from
cloudy blandishment
to some honeyed bard
*
Yes, yes, I own as much,
love the graceful swim
and would scatter lies
to bring commissions in
how its tongue at least
denies. S/he storms to
willing where a mimic
ocean sets the terms for
lucid limbs. And who so
bright as a transparent
gale turns the seminar to
all soft confusion, weak
heads in pales of closer
fold concealing, chatting
for all the dead long day.
*
In which passage
the thigh drops
from off bled
and if you do
but think it worth
can each fabulous
rise off of world
and fall confuted
*
to a most ruly place
frank to last
stuck to the earth
as to its sticking place
*
Thence as to axial palms
shun the set out, a pencil
dawn envelope, dog stall
and affiliates taken to a
steel more glitzy. Placid
is firm nearness, the licks
of favour on of old to late
off waxen table books, the
very boudoir on slow ticks
and styles of bone in uses.
*
Off vocal grove, backwall
leapt in steals of trip, trip,
then booted double turn of
feet come to crash. How to
lend credence to the name
in hand. Is there something
amid the numbers, a room
to swing an amaretto, falls
as sweet as the hands fell
so tuned to humming knees.
Then flits by dark kettle of
beaten night, halls among
winces taking on themselves
go under each duvet shivers,
a freeze of primrose garden
to what long call are you
so far from here, now it is,
seems so shorn of argument.
*
The pile driver rings
in late memo flasks,
ristretto fire, in goes
to Monday, when to
a weak shift there’s
but a flower in your
open look, a feeble
task force through to
take of day, tasto solo,
this throng of down
sizes jogging holdalls
for a high water clerk
call it a day off
*
The larkspur gives to belly
armour, a sheen repellent,
holding their job who reels,
more for out sourcing, o yes
if music be, nor dance shine
to lingo, near to what will
you do me on that, sip awry
I grant, but feel its heritage,
its cloth to warm boot loads.
*
Of dish, can no quicker plum
take you fancy tied, romper
song on bangle dance, febrile
welt and went. One suppers
with empty thickets, pays
what compliments of hosts
as go too far on kinds. Visits
wear to this, as if to some it
is given to matter, and not
as an idle income, their rich
scream. O what au pair for
short shrift can ask for ease
then leave amid their cups,
can as just lit, with no issue,
take all it is, all but trusts
flung on urchin bacchanals.
*
For only in this can assess
disease, from its good core
skill and cheater soft lob
frame serum off a fashion
where its trough is filmy
repeats nothing like the
haunting in blurry flairs
as thence partakes of us
*
And in the breeze of when a
light and wonder, why does
this kindling dry, but of stale
and there without a break
so that the reach is far over
and this darkness forwards.
They hate of dull beetles, a
stubborn wheel away, such
squills to calm and in few to
reapers of the field perplex
or in the cooling wave, till
the foot of the chair bleeds.
Envy unveils its late league
tables, or brings you to your
senses, brings you to exercise
a right to buy. The postal
district thrives into a very
salivating figure, but alone
still in its malodorous barn.
*
Throw but the rub once more,
now through the melts cotton
of such even decoration, now
in pillow mantle, in trembles
scene turn much put upon, blow
darker to fine off its belated
double star. One might say
wrong as rain, delivered for
who in vain claims sovereign
but never attained with, you
can but eat shoulders & load.
*
Pleased with the found, so
thrice earth defy’d, look to
sparklers in the brittle vent
and yet one further thing
most pressing, come of this
deadbody, as if some go
for we who are only, we
who still but sums.