not in a million years/tears/fears with one so jellow-jaundiced would I travail
—Madeleine Shine
the wild packets that adorn
the futon of course photon heat of glossing rock and roll
stars these were, with which pulsing
her hands fairly exploded
as she /lifted them/ around her face
feeling-felt as press'd hair for presum'd tics
that/would/would/were not stop
(press hard unto thine eyes and then
with the stuff --@the stuff{
the hands that wriggle and straighten
oh that at least.think. if there were gerunds
here they are gone now yellow as dead
as ashtrays and cult films.dead they are or
may be.think.think how
withall without religion or sex-phosphenes so
anyway we s/leapt
one's eyes yellw and your heart-fear bellw for
in this of all this we find ' s/peace
no more or other
than that dinosaur what lookpt up
what didst marvel and momentarily
signify and complain
oh look, oh no no no
after all it was not he crieth
the great lizard god what done it but
only
fiery ctastrophs frm on high
)bearing oxies und gens they cometh(
such maravels and songs now hasten on white
wings behold
.
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