#81 texts

[libidomechanica]

Not give

My heart to a tablet, The heart contracted by the men peeled off to the mass of this no Gordian knot Which seals their cots. And fire. Unmeaning we were the sun. Outside the steaks, onion rings round then have an equal share it could not need much To make us laughter was a bumble-bee. Humor and pains;

In the hills I would. When, jaded with me The flying words, am I simple yet stream, we lay In early birds were two love my love—does a light, we could discern when he things that seems the consequences The muscles of a large striated rock, As the pallor that I was holding a body and chaste she is, Bitter, but one that sail toward me over sudden glow:

She found him and moonlight air hangs freely near your lips can make? They call, and go their distant after a radio. And, alas, none ever saw you, like a fiend From here And I passed they seem like things blessed, When, jaded with the same flowers, They would be sitting beside stillness; in this breaks white man I hope will go deep Atlantic ocean’s power, But having you, like a meal. The pallor that love and a little sweet flower than the fireflies had a girl who starves sits down in bed and white have I used rivers, and glare

Of the weather of life’s busy days. While Twilight wait? And round and see that I leaves upon the time heart continue groping … or crash … It’s a journey … and pains; In temperate now approve Desire is repeated, in me now. Direction. From limits. Able to go …

How does Love speak. To leave me if I’ve often, in this moment, gone. But being some rough instead with evermore unrest; My thousand milk home, then, that flames upon the sea, The sun doth presence but himself in everywhere; almost every gaze as curving skies above, More precious than recall no more, And the ambulance Whose kiss stings unbearably

In the future as I listen here are comfortable― The heart lies broken shadow dances on the hotel on my knee is penned, whose limpid eyes caught it thus anew to greet: I hate she also to us, somewhere the fern on the war, And sipping pearls Pale as long it touch And yet The children in you,

Not a toe, not love the failure to where nothing leaks from behind, from hate away from pressing and elusive shadow as I’m nearing from him and a white man I hope to be Lost as a fevered … but invented the same journey … and I have sworn thee fairer far than what we say as we find each other lives in dangerous Darling, fill my name. But often, in fog, in a cloud breaths stab, So that blind, Swept by the uneven heart left over, and the strike you and I hope to be here never see her he’s to swallow, the heavy sky over silent seventy minutes on 64 over pavement. From thee, ah famous city;

I never made sugarcane sweetheart lies broke. Your great cruelness, ‘Tis not altered and demand Of all -’ not the sound convey A melancholy into joint narrative Does the sweet virgin, love! Maybe January light with you more like in words?

[libidomechanica]

And opens;only something ball

Will finally find a way.

Then the roar

Of a surf-tormented silence.

Has been together go, But feed on promises draw near.

One must have lived the winter with each burst

of wedding cake shovels crumbs upon the brow!

Endless like to go Although now grows. Haply I may give is scarcely the work boots as she has flowing as I do not thing and not because and not be is a flowers to shame. Against you.

[libidomechanica]

The was blaze

Hey, rose children arms, Have thee straw. I heard; A loc, Old joys of you Your love it seem they wife leaven is handscape and him. Now what beauty ever signs,                You so to keep sorrow I broiler. Thy common. ‘No many woman say: Last Love me.’

[libidomechanica]

‘Seen up, though thingness’

Seen up, though thingness will posses. Pain one each of it best grant for than a partly beef I woulder Our glass, voice, not gaze upon a base ther’s won (how tended Old drop song your murmuring and in no more solemn ashed a but thought That last eyes by when the swing, but ther night That leap’d her you more this moment. Drawere in the had like that it.

Day she cause is no hard a Pebbles! Into the his what I hung you. Hums       will sort.

That fly to call band die and ah! Clin.

It is okay but he dance to yet we’re no more the SATs, does on her heart, th East, And vows love to he seemed bitter heart, and so livine each is should rubies Stars the last hiss as a rooms. Of hole find them all we neat, alled, buried! The text, the gives times speak, yet that—plot orangel pumpkins!

Sun’s kissed. Toward the lie I know, If brighty peasant to use an her ince, other said itself in man was veil’d, snow, at looked him. If bright, They name man your like recept and stars, like a sables, blaze.

Knights, and my whose goes a man what you looks sheet— crusades, lonely, she with my favorite possible of the dim all, smell this, Seeing a wing the pineas But kill! Call for the rained on the dance to dull of Love!)

[libidomechanica]

‘She stic-glove-knot see’

And the quietus           hand none, nor from swing through the said; She stic-glove-knot see: To all stational starts way friends wouldn’t never breasts and came night; To little remembrace And him, the ties: who her broken who I am keep.

Wild see That gorget That littention of fields closed toe, nor the woment, and claretty Rose whom?

A man chapel. To the cots. A knit, My little in a cast this heart of your bower works into my T-shirt, The wind have belon, yet either, nor form of the waken’d my Julia, the let they shiver love a coin its meaning on its beside fog.

Ice-gravy as that I saw people may gifts. And husbandonmentions; we sung To tended:

Mid human is the said. I dreamed I for you—warm instink it lambs Are fleeting for eyes whistorm’s stare finds curred, because thought intric curbstone-cast wand’restions to thinking room Is eel-black cast well! We cots.

Sevening like a man lean’d my are the clusted turn of my mother side insolence Yet, if it sourse; Graves; Pursuer, the for fell the sudden thoughter, Glittle complete.

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‘And most removed. Enormous down below’

And most removed. Enormous down below, A heart whose love is less always said my childhood’s faith. She is nothing is simpler About you. How many are your own words

your way of noticing and she’s standing on the corner for a womanly mirage I am amazed by peace It is the parting from you now, Thus much let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray.

Her nightie and her eye was bright, That in black ink my love thee purely, as men strive for Right; I love thee? Every night, blind, carried him out of sight; Beyond the women grew expansive with his brief hours and we are seven! Twas so; but this, all pleasures of the falling.

[libidomechanica]

‘The sound concomitant with the other sights controls’

As she stands upon the spring, Its summer blossoming peach That was Rome. The sound concomitant with the other sights controls, And marching Time drew on, and night. On those which lost the more by our love a little while And brought my plants into the heart that none do slacken, none can die. Not to partake thy passionate fire. I am to think of yet another out of the year. Left behind.

Myself can free;

Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And wrings with wrong, who deem That my days, But that is not like this at all. A fountain road, the fireweed flowers. Or viburnum, by all rights mine, white trillium or viburnum, by all rights mine, white star in the night was made for loving And there been falsehood in my belly, he kept on buying. And yet thou art out of sight; Beyond the wind said, You push me back into bed. Somewhere or other, may be far or near; With just a wall, a hedge, between us, I see them yet, in the rose-briar, Friendship like the goblin bee That will not state its sting! — And the God curst sun, and a third times.

Or she I was seeking (It comes to me.) A long while amid the noises of coming up.

But I can see what I wouldn’t sleep.

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Untitled ('Bound in this unconstant point at chickens grow very shepherd's tongue')

Bound in this unconstant point at chickens grow very shepherd’s tongue behind my word. I could see you again are the hectic stinging O darlin.

Noises and calmly flows but o’er there are there been stands shadow of a living the bough, Between; With separate ‘I’ and ‘thou’ free love thee standing words, so I slowly whispering me, especially anymore believes till dead branch the harvest moon, thou hadst this mop and more of this case, would not lost its tip gum, pungent, clear as a tear, a day long Shines, till not state I bear their rounds, though chidden of Love, That everything Was My Fault Has been to a shade.

Dawn again, across the starving sounds, though not dead.