hello, today sun

       i

like you


                i
              
                     like the ample
                     pleasure
                     of your skin
                     i like it
                     and it likes
                     i

that first which out of nothing comes
warmly steep and comely dripping
in easily breaking and confused hands
(but though which are still are aching
needed to have on lipskinand) LOVE

                                                           ­         

                                                               ­                    is dear I


                                                             ­                           Have some i

                                                              ­  
                                                              ­                i have some



                                                         ­                                 dear of my




                                                          ­                    love in hands




                                                       ­                                       though which are



                                                          ­                   breaking easily





                                                     ­                                                   still needed





                                                     ­                                and aching






                                                    ­                                                           dear





                                                       ­                               too of mine






                                                      ­                                                  "please"





 ­                                                                 ­                     dear





          

                                           ­                                                             have­some

don't go
(the world is)

i am


and sitting


miles away

(tick tock)

in a pale room
buzzing

(tock tick)

a fly

violently


( waiting )

where are you?
i love you.
don't go


(i can hear sitting) miles away)

a fly
buzzes
violently

there will begin of my lips a certain impractical lewdness
and though ugly
it shall increase
and increase

till drowns it every other thing
and i shall name it

i shall call it

LoVE

i've some blade in me lightly
awe full it

shard

glows

              wafting

a hot star drips from

and out my fingers


          EXPLODES

am an
youth
he less
frothed in
sits
by
not farly
chair away

his eye
a twinkling
his Gabriel
name
he wears
his chest
a sticker
on

him
he grins
he talks
trying to

(a roomful )
of sitting other
people
to convince

he's trying
and they
I suppose they
maybe they

will?

.                                               the only thing we have to fear is apathy

i will die and because of you (i won't)
if you should happen to find this
(because) then, if you would please
read it; dead i might though be (of you
alive more) distinctly breathing not
awhisper nor a wisp of breath from
un(reading)eyes

                                  (this)

)it all hangs in a rough instant

     between your mother's hips

        a nice rectangle of pine

             and a long night

                                           (Life

anon


                               what dreams may
          spread effortless poesy on the sheet of my bed

                  and

sleep softly stunning in the rapture of the night

give me a day. i'll know you in the grass.
coming to a heart, press and sip of it.
sleep in the hour of a girl and lay a finger.
all things many. one thing never.

the earth.

                    a smile.

                                     laughter.

skinnyhips
breaknice
onpetal's
singe,elated
dancethe
washof
summe­r'sgiddy
stomachtanned
taughtlush
faultlessribbon
ofAsmile
(singl­e)                 sings
                                
                         of

                                cheeks

                          ******

                                 with
                        
                      green


                                mint


                         and



                    taste




                                like





                             gold

feel lipped white,

many of tiny
                        
                            sea

                                        crests

                                        the fitness of your

                                                                body

                                                                 is ruined

                                                                 ,perfect,

                                                                  iron grey

                                                                  with frigid

                                                                   and lipped white

                                                                   many tiny

in you let
                   colours
                                   sing colours

say colours
                      of thy body
                                            of thy throat

sing and let colours of thy body and thy throat
loose them and become a whole thing more
perfect than human thing only; becoming more
let and let and let
                                 till they are exhausted

till you are spent of them
                                               till rages nothing in thee

let

           and
                          let
                              
                                        and


                                                             let



the colours of thy body and thy throat

shade in spring, shakes,
dance, quivers
shivers a little bit
between your shoulder
blades touches
real light
its lips
where
draws a nice
beautiful ecstasy
and an
apple
red
eaten lays
destroyed
at the pretty
pastel flakes
of your toenails

hulking with indifferent fragility
the serious mouth of life
is
         a redlipped girl

who winks
                      at me

from nowhere

dreams don't dying
never live, born
though, of stillness
or moving liquid
silver perhaps or
red
         blue

                     yellow

louder and louder
one or the other or
none(orallofthem)

dreams cold, hot
, febrile
                haughty

distinguished

                          naked

(in)vulnerable

                              dreams

Waiting For Oblivion
in a frock of wrinkles sits
wearing through silently
minutes
toward
forever

hot some dust and spice lingers
in a pale winter's beam of sun
sharply through silence naked
in a little dark room
away from everything
sleeps tangled cushions
a cat stirring lanky and breaking

my whole life i
,to say 1 raw
perfect thing
,t' would trade

i like a sweetness
and but
       a savoryness
                too
and sometimes the other

   more than the one

against sky feet
tread just nicely
and don't falling
(for in each step
contained love
buoys ecstatically)

it seems the sun is a flare of golden skin dangerously skinny light transposed elegantly on a tidy forest floor spreading aching breaths o

   f

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

e

l          a

                 (p freshness

                      over every sense of lightness

                         you heave about yourself

                           and sleep so deeply

                           even dead was

                       never  so still

                   as you slumbering

                steeped in cotton

             i pull from you

          and met with

       your flesh

mine

when you die
you are dead

when you are dead
you are not alive

A mountain is not alive
A sunset is not alive

Do you? who in marble stillness,
(thus reposed) under shade of
buckled trees and heavens hand
would with thee let me lay and
into quiet charging gushing
stiffly ever and

        for
ever;

"i'd yeah"
I'd yeah i'd kick him in the teethi'dkickhiminthe"teeth"

the earth is a moment. a surly moment. a collected harmonious moment. it
is the blood of my blood.
and i am in it. the thick and sticky blood. it is in me. and we are

harder biging
flowing digging
a river is hardly
adept
with numerous
able tongues

the land through
,with slithering,
rumpus silver

gloats
or meanders
      unquickly a cordial slump of wet and wet
                                                                                                                   to comment
                                                                                               early lately
                                                                             bending
                                                            straights
                                          of lumpy
                            smooth
         orchestral
(
  )
   )
     (
        8

definitely probably
we,re all gods
sort of maybe gods
r
t
o
f
  m
ay
be gods

holland was a pretty colour
wriggling in my veins
her languid golden
worms, freshly
elegant
dirt

questions are a lot more interesting
   (than
           (
an(swers(

i
found something

(inside me)

will you let

me

show

you
you
you
you
you
you
you
you
you
you
you
you
yo­u
you
you
you
you
you
you
you
you

i feel some and the earth it seems does also sigh with the stroking of the cords. blissful countenance: for thee the sun will die.

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

how Deep?a plunging softness
you,re an unimaginable velvet
in such beautiful darkness
achingslivers
wholly divest
                                       into i
every all
of your strange perfect
and we'll just break
endlessly,
                    ,
                         ,


                                                 ,



Alone

getting so falling
the leaves as rust
                             a
                        
                          r
                  e
                 t
                           o

                                drifting
      heaps

                      piling  handsomely
                                            by dead
                                                     whom eats
                                                                      the trees
                                                                             (the sky generally says rain2day

.                                                                ­                                                                 ­                                                           s
    ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                     o
                                                               ­                                                                 ­                                                             m
                                                               ­                                                                 ­                                                          e

                                                               ­                                                                 ­                                                                n­
                                                                ­                                                                 ­                                                             i
  ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                            g
   ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                       h
        ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                   t
                                                               ­                                                                 ­                                                     s

feel barely(you baby)I
feel you barely baby
I feel you barely breaking
                             (baby)

beneath me baby
I feel you breaking
beneath me breaking baby
I feel you barely
and I break you
(i break you baby)
                                you barely

You beautifully breaking

by the hours' split (and half of that) the wasted marble (her head) discharged, of her oblong thrusting voice, to shamble quickly silence fingers gruffly wringing all the necks of loud and it was also. it was blithe

it added useless
a feminine gaunt whisper
dull neckup bobble roaring

           coherent reds

of lean noodles gorgeous
The longest stupid
from her
                     blithe house

i'm going to love you(and you're going to hurt)

i'm going to hurt you(and you're going to love it)

a dancing shadow widely spectered an obtuse blot 'pon bedroomed wall. or slightly also melancholy: it's rigided amorphousness stank of hollow

it's hard
being yourself
really
          yourself
the whole
ugly perfect
thing it's
tough and
garbled and
it's hard
looking right
into the eyes
of those who
know you
and, being
yourself,

being

S)                                       a
                                       e
                n                                                k
                                                                              those teeth
                                                                                                   right up to my neck
                                                                                                                                        Heavy Breathing
                                                                                                                                                                        and
                                      
                                                                                                                                                                                     BITE

Red short lips hair
you're so cute
and you got so
in my joints
and i'm
so let me
just hurt on you
darling
             ,
              let me


                              please?

with love often
i am more than
with you
more than nearly
love i'm only
more devoted
than to you
even i'm with
only love

of a new more nothing perfectly fragile:
wings aching to lift

downy

and feather broken

young with sunlight and raw

amber skinned candy come look
and with me
                        a kiss perhaps
                        ?