what you were the way something
drunk apart cool between rough and
shaven legs a small flint of tinder
caught burning at boy lips too apart
too kneading lustfully hunched at play
talking about this and that "color is
perfect how you balanced them in this
piece" watching your stroke finger fur
buzz the cusp of your lick i want to
taste bulging nuzzle of broken flesh.

all love
through
the crisply murdered toto
of uncouth faces


    (FALL)   i want to sing




inside you once again

each crimson bending
of vein

the accidental flower
of my hips

some death living
more hotly lathered

in young stupid
lovely dumb lips,

(noth shaping)


unelected silence
that sings to me:


i might feel O'
your primrose hands,


whose palate
,in plushy sward,
cannot house

or unhouse

               the lord,.
                             '
                                ,
                           '


                                    ,


                     '                  
                                                  '




                                   ;




                                    .

quiet


























Rising
             thru

hard
  erecting

        deth

,spinal
bulging

knots knot

(the trees)



so dark between:









                                               ­










                                                       i cannot see























.

only real way 'cause
thick up down:
******* ,



               i'm


sorry                 'cause


                i'm


gonna hurt)hurt you

a lot


                  (tonight

.




















"Rule #1:

Don't give a **** about anybody;
because nobody gives a **** about you."

































.

such things as my own body i have been:

                 (the grass

                   the sun

                   the moon

                   the sea        )

and felt the big violent urge up
of the whole world's thigh
each stupid flens of men:

their hands that go out from them
and come back into them–making and destroying;

(who have i been my own hands amongst such things?

making much

destroying much?



                                                                  they
                                                             go
                                                     out

                                                             come

                                                                        back

                                                                                    IN

and they are so heavy
with nothing
even the grass
that will become them
cannot grow in such
a dark place                                                                                                       )

all muscles bent
over the
bent over the
bending counter

    

         (destroy)


spit pretty up the
mouth under the
skirt fingers working

fingers open the
tight little chest of
cotton and just
shaved yesterday
a bit of stubble
hurts fingers abrading

knuckles deep into
face pressed against
the cold cold cold

tile"****"tellmeyoure,

       A what?