life is an improbable nothing
it is a muscle
it is *******

it makes hands with hands
and speaks not a word

nor is a number

nor is countable

it is a whole and it is a moment

beyond heat, it burns

and say i (life little; life improbable)

speak not a word
be uncountable

be not a number

the dark thing that you are inside:

                
                    i love it


that it is
salt thin
blood wonderful
to press apart

as like to press apart
the darling stocks
of naked flowers


                    And,

it is like
it likes to be
hushed
handled
flush

within hand
to uncurl
the little strange song
of its **** throat

(and i love it
its quiet
and small intensity

burning 'gainst palm
the enormously delicate flicker
of its rough flame)

my dear
(and i love you that)
you are
(inside)
dark

horrible to touch
and painful

to release,

        .

  ,

        .


                ,



        .

ugly is more

real pretty than is

'cause pretty
(though skin and because, also is)

always but ugly
inside always too


always
(always)

amongst a thicket always

           younger always

                  distinct always
                  
                    1 always
                    green
                    always
                    supple
                    always bends
                    sways
                    always yields

         amongst a thicket


                      always

                         1 always

                             frond
    
                  apart

                                         always


                   from the others
                     grows
                                gets
                                        virile
                                                  lean
                                        smart
                           careful
            younger
                           strong
                                       thicker
                                                    with
                                              ***
                                    root
                            and
                  earth
                              unarrested

                                                     sprouts

                                                                        verdant

                                                                                           Eternal

arrives a doe in its unharmed innocent hair, and i pluck each out its skin and get it naked under me and i take the softness off each follicle and i make it for my mouth and i bite the petals off it and when i'm done it's a just ugly deadless rose

i(it seems)am like your skin. or also i like it. the way
y
  o
     u wear it. clever sugar hills giggle richly. in my mouth
soft candy. melting exactly on my tongue. and ravage
my pink. daft heart petals split your cotton wrapper,
      a        
                                                                                               n
                                                                                                  d
grace your tubercles in my hands with fingers splayed about
your quakes. cupping your electric pond blossom shudder queen.
  dance your sighs in the tremendous cavern of my lips; slay apprehensions
                              filigree scriptured on my soul.

you are my only; and beyond all others; are the sun; you; perfect; and horrible; yet; a dream; i would never wake

i like words and you are 1,
you are a word that has
pristine calves, marble thighs,
and **** like arrows

your word is slight, it has
cheeks peppered in crimson
'gainst my palm, your word
fits nicely in my lips

it is a little bit tan, and grins
when i fumble over it my
mouth trying to say your

word

white dappled easy
O intensely fragrant autumn,
you are the sun who
enormously tilts its brazen

shoulders 'pon the neat
and drowsy mountains. A Titan,
that toppled o'er of bronze,
gild the mute band o' e'r pleasant span;

with pulsed nonsense
of hulking brinded hide,
that wreak'd of tress,
fit where all souls seek to bide:

that wherein all sleeping's never done
(and Virgil comes to lead,
t' whence health's for ever spun           )


                        .

can i destroy myself in you

.                                                                                     1heart
                                                                                          by
                                                                                      2chests
                                                                                         twained
                                                                                              fold
                                                                                          ing
                                                                                                 in2
                                                                                                1another
                                                                                             by
                                                                                          feverish
                                                                                              unkempt
                                                                                            ardor
                                                                                          ungently
                                                                                             hands
                                                                                          unmake
                                                                                                the pale
                                                                                            septum
                                                                                         and
                                                                                               pour
                                                                                                  blood
                                                                                               in2blood
                                                                                           become
                                                                                         a single
                                                                                            faultless
                                                                                         immolation

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

falling in love
every minute minute
          i crawl the streets
every corner turns to dust
and every pile
                          bursts some
feminine livery
                                and they alll        taste
                                                                                like honey

little blackblue
little blackblue
so nicely
so sweetly
(beneath our surfaces)
bloom
like a  rose

paint us
with
our hurts
(so others may see them)

we
wear our pain
on
our skin

ap
oem
w
assu
mm(h)
e
rh
er
wa
sa
and
itwa
sjust
g
re
een
(h
erg
­ra
ss)          when it
s
pilt
that tenderest first hurting
o
fl
o
ve

god's spades little digging children 'tween the hips o' girls
digging deeply (al itt le finger) lays a thousand times; seeds


                                   (niggles the dry packed loosing firm)

a root extending from

                                             into

                                                           a rose becomes
                                                                     a thorn
                                                                          pricking
                                                                        

waists (shoots and leaves
              shoots and leaves
              shoots and leaves

                                              )gardens calls 'em boys
                                                calls 'em boys when
                                                (digging spades release)
                                                a seeds to spill girls 'tween hips 'o

u c now? Grass is me. each glowing blade of it are my limbs R grass
grunting up to skyward professing such greeness and full of vital
light,
         it is so supple and it by lakes is me
         and by napes of rivers it is me on end
         it is my hair and it's electric in me
         singing some song majestic
         yet so quietly
i know it as i would know a lover(if i ever trod on my lover
who was softly cushioning each fall of my wiggling toes
with their strong little body)and it knows me because it
is me, i am the grass and i grow with the wind on me
and it is my friend(for the wind knows best the grass
(save for maybe the dirt(who is my wife(for she takes
my root deep into her and bears my seeds to the air))))

brief fragile eternity
you are amongst the heaped postures of my thoughts
and if idle i idly return

as in my bed or car(any placid grain
revolve to fore and captivate largely
my anxious floating fingers

             of)my mind

bursting on your slippery

            

                                                                                   forever

i feel it most
in the startled quiet of dawn
my unfolding awe
as the verdant perfection of exploding light
snarls on my largest *****
and i'm a minutest splinter                                     in the

quick of infinity
                                          basic
                                                                 and ****

        ;i

each within each
becoming thick
becoming flower

most petals
most aggressively
****** brutal

through smooth throbbing
of broken smoothness:

back little unsquare
hips fully
plush between
chipped fuzz
electrically quivers

with arrow
deeply notched
pink roiling
steepness through
mouth rolling
tongue over

river over
of scarlet
rill

steam drunkly
burst kiss
kissing
into musk musk musk;

(very short swollen and rudely
dancing brokenness of
lips parted over lips
parting to leap
cherrymuss
of motile body
biting bed sheets
not wanting to
"     scream     "

loving tried sorrily a girl
to make out
of too much whiskey
something which

loves it too.

.                                                     I
                                                     at
                                                    The
                                                   sharpest
                                                  new
                                                     clean
                                                 blade
                                                of
                                                    dawn
                                               which performs
                                              the colour
                                             of life
                                                        in
                                           A curving sheet
                                          of condensed
                                         flowers
                                                      am lifted
                                        impractically
                                       petal
                                      upon petal
                                                to
                                    the breathless coronet
                                                     of
                                  unspeakable
                                 love

you                                    r
crimson; instrument
(beat
beneath) bone
i'd
like 2
call
its environs
my                                      n      e       w
home

there was a cat in Spring fuzz tangling
morning pallid
'tween paw
and whisker
                               there
                                                 was 2 girls

talking their
small sharp
                                                 voices

blundering
                                                 in sleepier

Spring morning
fuzz
                                        caught

                                                      'tween
                                                       tail
                                                       and claw
                                                       whose name was "bjorn"

frail i, in moonlight shall, march
up wisp of spring
into gabled spilt
juice
of curving dawn

orange
whose rind
like the human also
drys

           withers

                            sloughs

like cool with a cigarette suspended
between
                lips

hangs off the cute blot
of *******
in a hotel room
                              )her

tongue

                    that a

               stud interposes

             ,

feels like rolling static
                                       with a black eye


                                        (on bruised knees)

goodbye themoon
into darkness suddenly
the shall whole world will

emitting
but one frail
fist of colour raging

(lifting the hollow chord; its throat
to pierce the wide blackness

and let of it such brightness
'twill drown all shadows into brilliance,

                                                    ­               '


                                                             ­               .





                                           ­                    ,

Earth: O divider, many of breaths
under foot that Springs to leap
where petals spilt in colors sleep
comes of life, and plumbless depths

Heart: O multiplier, many of press
crimson short who soon abeys
in summer's flesh you're wont to play
yet capped in bone of finite chest

So split thy fold of hindered letter
with poppies golden, let and mix
no point distinguished, no standard fixed
no chain of words, no useless fetter

For nothing wonders a lidded eye
of constant night by single sigh

pale spark, cheeks faintly, rouged
thy kiss is the distillation of summer
in the thinplump ****** of your lips
hides uglywonderful snarling fangs
pretty like ivory or alabaster incising
sets totally me at teetering 'pon their
cute painful hushed sharpness
gets each hair of my nape on end
frivolously alight at their queer press

.














                                            




­







                                              SO.me um sum *******

                                                uff ruff ******* so
                                                polished; leashed
                                                IN

     ­                                                      your
                                               spread your *******
                                               mouth
                                               let's (wider)
                                               hard i'm
                                               going
                                                         to

                                               so those
                                               fukin
                                               take em off
                                               satin white
                                               little littles
                                               ,
                                               ****(do you like it when

                                                i "yes
                                                ))))        ­       please

                                                please


­                                                 "hurt me
                                                  into apart teeth .   teeth
                                                  fingers inside

                                                  inside tongue
                                                  tonguing­ little
                                                  rrufff stubble

                                                  neck neck:

                                                  throat.
­
                                                  Gag.

drink dreams
rushing with flowers

(somewhere


alone

and with gin   ) carefully

intercoursing with females
and speaks coursing with
hares a lark and suddenly

it is winter

(into who barely he fits himself)

a radian–and spring.

bright house
are you clean, bright house?your eaves
are heavy bright house
they are full of ivy
they are full of silence, dark vines
and on their bellies only pale leaves
and on their bellies only creep over you
bright house you are full of silence
and you creep with whiteness
you are soft as nothing
and you are thick with ivy

and are you clean?bright house

my back from rushingpinions extend soaring
i'll wont fall
there's fire in these most of all
it's love
bearing me skyward heavens bound
(sinew and cloud)
cerulean you got me craving
those plush
ambering hills neatly piled

               i
over
                     sweeping

        my arms
                               and eyes

        stab 'em
                              gentle

                                              and
                                                         they'll
           ,
                                 deflating   ,

                    get into one ****** mass

              and i'll eat 'em

of hand, precariously clutched, a heart; demure or pulsing angles richly scarlet. a rose, petals unbent open breathing. to thee, a promise, of hands(my hands. swear them and their means. my lady softly you are grace and everything...

sleep this most and Spring to lie
with tired tress and awkward thigh
apart that bit where winter slept
but now where stock and petals kept

a garden small and fragile sleeps
a'tween the hull and meadows deep
tha' bumbles bri' wi' nettled buzz
an' blooms with light an' shocks o' fuzz

a little rill there constant speaks
of need to want for constant peaks
(as like the bee that tends to pistil
the water feels to drink of thistle)

and feel the full when sharply stuck
by root and stem of urgent pluck

when nights collide with me i am

completely stars innumerable

and crisp creaseless lines

ceaseless lips colluding with

your lips(nakedly small and pink

they are intimately open against

)in evening i, perhaps almost

,but then, surely when darkness is,

am your skin aligned

with gently

                  tugging you loose

to foil about my suddenly body

your body

                 and climb each other

into heaven mostly

hand which by is felt the stem
is set crimson at thorned *****
red so like the rose suddenly at
lips gleaming supping feverishly
at pains sorest pleasure(the palm
who riven draws even deeper the
pointed inch of agony to bone fine
white as a silk worm skin) like a
lily stupid with *** the comparable
hurt of which a hand that likes to
bleed

i think you are beautiful
(and why not?) the sea
is beautiful

(as like your eyes(
where between they reach:

(somewhere dark)

somewhere wet.

Sum Mer

summer

sum yer

summer thick you
your rind
is splendid
to break

by teeth eagerly
your juice                    (sweet juice

                                            soft juice

                                               coy juice )

it letting
runs so hotly neat

in rills instantly
it clings
to limb and brow

it rolls
it comes out of fair and crisply dying spring
a girl it comes

in short hair
and exactly fraying light

its cherry lush
(from where ardent boyish grinning gush)
is youth sharp in fragrant muss

(and too like would i
in there a bit to tiny die

amongst er thighs a comely playing
i'll a joust of lust to fill their splaying

       )in June time
           a coffee
              and its girl
             were
          they
             and
           i

thinking often finding myself
in music mostly writhing
a distinct sound of children
in the abrupt open nook
of night timidly splayed
i am mostly myself
when i have been me
finding thinking often myself

darling(you don't know it)but i got a mouth
a mouth that you'd like, like it would like you
O, how it(you) would like it would make you

                          my mouth

like an Ocean, darling,
                                                an Ocean, darling,

scalloped in muscles alight, darling, tightening
and untightening, darling, my mouth would
make a Sea of you, darling, it would make you
gilt in writhing wafts of sweat, darling, it would
fleck you in the thickest lather of pleasure it would
('tween your coyest thighs)whip thee into a fervent
tumult, darling, you don't know it(but I got a mouth)

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?

i am really good at can get inside
your voice and neck

i can get louder

and louder

i can perspire from thy breast

              A RoSE

and follows after scarlet hips
stem, thorns, the parting of
petals from come and more

louder and louder say, "yes":
a stem that's thorn follows
into parted petals, your voice
and neck gets louder and

louder

gets

the said girl most pain from deliberate comely lips
and there was almostsummer light minutely sprawled
in precisely slats of dark then undark (a how many
i can't recall, but) in just under wear(covers) she
two legs skinnyawkward eyes than greener forests
effused some small wetness

                                                         some little fragile
                                                         some frail shining
                                                         (and my coat scratched
                                                          my neck
                                                          was wool
                                                          and                                  )

                                                          whipped at my thigh
                                                          through suddenly door
                                                          swung shut escaping
                                                          almost its white vice

"I've done a lot of ****** up ****." She said, quickly pushing the needle into her hip.

and my body knows
when it's with yours
a pleasure more
and pain less

it knows just how
delightfully draws
the better curves
of your sting heavy
*******

how is immaculate the
darling prism of thy
stomach               and
how pleasantly scrunches
it up in ecstatic pink
rimmed diminutive folds

and how the taste of
your sweat is like
honey more than
honey even is

let's say tomorrow we'll meet more usually than yesterday we didn't know each other
but today let's kiss and **** with our hearts pressed bleeding against our ribs let's drink
the big enormity of our conjoined figures wracked and bobbing let's say tomorrow we'll
meet and we'll get coffee and we'll talk about nothing and we'll just think our hands
in the twain of each others thighs and we'll say let's go catch a movie but we'll both
know that's not what we want so let's just skip saying and use those practiced oral tools
excellently with the others own; let's bump them and giggle

all eyes(oneseeing)

                                     comes

                      

               between lids


a fragment

                          of looks


     sick

          at

young people necking
necks dripping
dew,b
           e
         a
          d
         s
             and glitter
                       on a lid
                          who
                            eye
                            comes
                            a
                           fr
                              agment
                            of all seeing

i have caught on the edge of shadows

               my hands

halfly splayed by quarters and 1/3s
darkness and lightness

(in my hands splayed, caught)

and folded it neatly into my soul

its heatness and its coolness

adroitly cupped in sudden gold:

SUMMERFALLAUTUMNSPRING

when i die there will a star
(wade out)
from my lips
into darkness
and it shall                  burst

it will part

and from its parting

tumbleshall

the sky quick with gold
and sleeping will flowers
touch lightly the etching
that shimmers and boiling
pollen with will mingle
in babbeling and hushed
coloures

sunlight
where
your
fatal chord
of music
strains
the mute
scepter
of night
bleeds
crimsonly
a thin note
of thigh
parting
light(


                      your
             mouth
                       which
                 ekil
                      is
                         a
               turned
                         upon
                   medallion
                 ofvery
          Spring.Agape

                     T
                     o
receive

                              the


thick

                  brutal


          ***


                     of poppies

      )