i have fallen through all beauty(till
eagerly met i this moment)

when shrugging elegant words
eased from the cream of colorless
pages a purely growing perfection

into my soul the inconcise mess
of edward's dumb fingers
and his most dead mind

the confusion of all instantly wondrous splendor
(and edward, did you suppose that caught as if by
filaments dying immortal threaded into woven
hanging letters the gush of when you rused up
the best hill driven by black wine that i would
laying amongst pale cotton come alive in you)?

let me tell you that even in the very fatally reclining Autumn some kind of blossoms do
gregariously stutter through human motes blundering in the sallow thinness of heat
and their petals are (though skinny) increase and increase again till bursts into
flame the ember of their crooning pistil a fountain of majesty (from which lust eats)
washing every face in sudden aching brevity, the immortal night, her pleasing coo
is as stars like and nothing also, yet of real body, in serious fatally reclining Autumn keeps
the vagrant heart

                                                                                                                                     the crisp sleeps

your mouth is a pale crescendo
about which mutters beauty
(lipscheecks;eyes;hairandbody)
easy with crass eager nobility
and just a bit of intense fingers
culling fleetly every atom of
girl fleece into a singular punch
of lush dangerous silence

that caves when rushes your
neck into my mouth its crisp
foal (on awkward skinniness
suddenly) blisters engorged
with scarlet and strenuous rapid
sound

            BURST

ope n al l t h e smal lt hin gs (between)
th ei rmiddle s i swri th e ge n tl         y
m yst er y (that which tiny wanders
awe) brigh tfast bl indl ingly w i t h e r s

                   faceshands

into dust stumbling minutely though
g   r   a    s  p in ga nd b    i   t  i n       g
so open all the small things (boys and
girls open them they have empty which
like you have and faster more colorful
nothing they) s                                        o
open all the small things boysandgirls
spilling from them running rivers of
poppies splayed out in raw pallid eve
rushing through cambered fragility
(that instantly with precise mess flair
with the curving orange of death       )

the more less you (than unsuddenly writhing
with magic)i write for is really not and too
bad 'cause(taking with neat blackest fingers: me)
if you were i would swear a poem of fast
intricate roses(who amongst coyly hidden
scythes take)that swell with scents as
nearly radiant and folded as thy own scent
of swelling(so please waiting too long don't to
finding) enchanted nothing: rolls and rolls

of stink

there will die in me nothing that has been you (though if even instantaneously you pressed against my eyes your face in some passing razor of a hot second flensed the air and flung across all silence your perfect stare back into me and it felt like SUMMER when you did and baby i'll never feel nor never kiss thy damson and crisp mirth lined lips)

                                                                                              buttherewilldieinmenothingthathasbeenyou

by things O new less understood than more carefully studied

                                  (life)

easy come easy


                                  as rain come






                                                      ­         warmly though November

                                                       ­                                                    from.


(life, your name is the hot curl
of my lover's wrist in the discreet
wander of lust's homely fracas , life


                                                          ­            )hang by
                                                              ­         straightening
                                                   ­                    heat the
                                                             ­          smart scowl
                                                           ­            of your
                                                            ­           veritable strum
                                                           ­            (snow) and
                                                                ­        unsnow
                                                  ­                      in dirt and music
                                                           ­             as a flower through,
                                                        ­                pushing brisk starlight
                                                       ­                 on each petal softer
                                                          ­              than each petal pushing
                                                         ­               softer and
                                                                ­        softer and

                                                            ­            starlight




                          life



     ­                                 know





                  less­
                         me
                                i
                            ­       less
                                    y
                      ­            o
                                u
                 ­                      and understood
                                                      ­             clearly nothing
                                                         ­                       (the rinse of your
                                                            ­                      though November
                                                        ­                          warmly rain
                                                            ­                       defies
                                                          ­                         beyond logic
                                                           ­                         )
                                      ­                                              beauty