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mthrtongue, lazurstzthmt, aslant, glimmerkirk, kore, slowmend.
p. 22 & p. 129
symphony says words you cannot
notre arms, limbs, planes in symmetry & symphony--
territory's all along this plane, no trees
Spain is barren territory,
oil and her memory, days + days of Spain
complain or fall silent, fall loud, eat a day of oil
androidds eat it and children never complain
mentioned the waitress, the businessman, the androids.
fever-awed that virgin dawn: fore-mentioned
white dawns were bright as gods, as scarlet fever,
bathrooms also as you remember them, white
long spun clouds, thick in gradeschool bathrooms,
under-lip of slim porcelain sinks, still windows long
victorious, the endless day ran under
similar windows, no view ever as victorious,
employment has not made to be as similar
black windows. showing reflections, light employment
gather y'all natives under this wandering black
language, softening of human sounds, gather
trumpeters beneath where the window wanders language
head toward anything like dawn, anything worthy of trumpeters,
church even smells like that, feels like a hand
law. driven by the belly, constrained by church
course there were hazels & bloods, things like mark & law
pastoral couples who wished to believe, of course,
the damned, they dream pastoral
tribute to be paid darling; eye for eye for thee
monde, who loves & loathes & leaves tribute,
organist comes a-calling and says it, monde.
women were like that. tomorrow the organist
quotations were not given at that time. for women
girls, white crones, robbed, time for quotations
oar whittles & our forgetfulness or something; something sweet for the girls
ballet and peppermint and french cocoa, boring as an oar
sentiment is going to go eating at the ballet
monotony of gestures, casual sentiment
enumerated the sequence of monotony
pull, pull, pull my oar calluses are pitch enumerated
priceless moment & our window of knowledge & oak oar follows pull
gallery of my forgetfulness; like a hand inexpliccably priceless.
marriage disappears into the long folding gallery
comfortable ceremonies, light footed marriage
variations on the lung power of infants, comfortable
continuations. blind table cloths, cheques and stripe variations
pairs of children lined up in curves dancing & dancing & dancing in continuations.
mthrtongue, lazurstzthmt, aslant, glimmerkirk, kore, slowmend.p. 22 & p. 129
symphony says words you cannot
notre arms, limbs, planes in symmetry & symphony--
territory's all along this plane, no trees
Spain is barren territory,
oil and her memory, days + days of Spain
complain or fall silent, fall loud, eat a day of oil
androidds eat it and children never complain
mentioned the waitress, the businessman, the androids.
fever-awed that virgin dawn: fore-mentioned
white dawns were bright as gods, as scarlet fever,
bathrooms also as you remember them, white
long spun clouds, thick in gradeschool bathrooms,
under-lip of slim porcelain sinks, still windows long
victorious, the endless day ran under
similar windows, no view ever as victorious,
employment has not made to be as similar
black windows. showing reflections, light employment
gather y'all natives under this wandering black
language, softening of human sounds, gather
trumpeters beneath where the window wanders language
head toward anything like dawn, anything worthy of trumpeters,
church even smells like that, feels like a hand
law. driven by the belly, constrained by church
course there were hazels & bloods, things like mark & law
pastoral couples who wished to believe, of course,
the damned, they dream pastoral
tribute to be paid darling; eye for eye for thee
monde, who loves & loathes & leaves tribute,
organist comes a-calling and says it, monde.
women were like that. tomorrow the organist
quotations were not given at that time. for women
girls, white crones, robbed, time for quotations
oar whittles & our forgetfulness or something; something sweet for the girls
ballet and peppermint and french cocoa, boring as an oar
sentiment is going to go eating at the ballet
monotony of gestures, casual sentiment
enumerated the sequence of monotony
pull, pull, pull my oar calluses are pitch enumerated
priceless moment & our window of knowledge & oak oar follows pull
gallery of my forgetfulness; like a hand inexpliccably priceless.
marriage disappears into the long folding gallery
comfortable ceremonies, light footed marriage
variations on the lung power of infants, comfortable
continuations. blind table cloths, cheques and stripe variations
pairs of children lined up in curves dancing & dancing & dancing in continuations.
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Date: 2005-01-12 10:09 pm (UTC)i've only occasionally thrown myself from a moving vehicle! & i'm very good at rolling. & killing people? well, that sounds a little more my modus oper.