Our lovers' corrected

                           quarrel with the void so

                                                       done so due so done due

Not reading LUAC ex

                           posed this merde d'accord jam

                                                       bon notre pomme de dis

Corde demand the Ellis

                           unisland farm some hun

                                                       dreads of cornered shakespear

Ian in dohors form

                           al stuff eventually

                                                       probaby worthless yet

Endlless at end you nose

                           felton ALL argentine

                                                       we knew how much was speed

Y in the link was real

                           ly like addressd peaches

                                                       could of might've shaked trees

In spite encore of its

                           hardy knots and bark for

                                                       our ours and poesie's

Sake and forbear for christ

                           sakes forbear to pour sa

                                                       ki on graves past horses

O'ergrown vainliest Lou

                           is's manes all combed finger

                                                       tips of outcropt granite…

…So welcome readers to the

                           RODEFER, S. J., LOUNGE

                                                       where writs write drink & live

'Til winsome quantities

                           peter out the still crossed out

                                                       stations of the crossed hatchhutch

Hairy arms downed bones and vouch

                           saved now to no men clutched Chet

                                                     chynian tward your dum

Scotus or are we just

                           nun anon aghast mum

                                                     bling idiots leading

Lives outspoken to des

                           pereration whilst harts

                                                     gasp dying for want of

Arrow removal and

                           the dying toss of thee

                                                     dicey die et nous do

Indeed abolish

                           chance and so briefest chances

                                                     to say here's love

And rosemary and rue

                           as the volk's originally

                                                     born not grown though it is

To be true hocus poc

                           us so we love thou I

                                                     know that kant be true yet

One does long to be long

                           er known than to be loved

                                                     or have you have you thought?

Notwithstanding I

                           only seem to be to

                                                     be so indiscrete I

Have iinexorably

                           done it all in order

                                                     here at BABYLONE to

Have done This & PERSON

                           ality is what

                                                     entraps you and O there's

Take that to be you so

                           you flit about the slush upon

                                                     your yellow silk chaussettes

Where

                           you

                                                     been

Bean

                           stalking

                                                     ons?

Say whirr & then

                           wear your bean

                                                     like a john?...

…Your night

                           in gale like you name

                                                     for the lark I press on you

Maybe Ill see you said Wednesday

                           on Friday and you can

                                                     depress me again

Well

                           that's what

                                                     did it

Le grand coupe de foudre

                           which turns on

                                                     the gas a tad soonish

Frantic stupid foundry

                           to hammer out husband's

                                                     net of folly comme Mars

Or demands Job

                           makes on your topped-up

                                                     lapped-in circumstance

These words will enter

                           your eyes across your lips

                                                     like prolonged resuming residue

Ignorant only a bit of you

                           a bite bitten by responsibiltie

                                                     upon your elongated throat

Heard McDonalds

                           mayenned Jarvis

                                                     to our Queen's Maudeland

And the bull was drawn

                           of Eger though so before

                                                     as she was young

Before our baby

                           and mine then

                                                     her willed two morninged aft

Er love kant comport

                           fruits responsibly aged

                                                     to domesticity

Or with wealthy

                           curled darling's lecture

                                                     ship in luxury's Engelsland

Now at U

                           London I

                                                     Doest expect

Tiill resuming wind

                           ows owl onto one

                                                     gnocched oriflamme mute

Decreasing three or

                           four then back

                                                     five or seven

Though shipping news

                           as Docter G by Lisa hearsaid

                                                     is not better than Maximus

Though it saveth lives

                           und ist droll

                                                     especially after Judy Swallow

Nor are gays if

                           truth be told wanting

                                                     to be beaten

It must be simply

                           dim and dumb transgressive see-

                                                     me academic pose

If such poise be thought

                           to be queer

                                                     theory tongue in cheek a cunt

Now fall

                           moderately fair

                                                     or good

Your choice pig

                           will glow

                                                     in the dark

Or lightly even

                           when its heart

                                                     is greeny as a flower

As asses for Olsen

                           her minimouse

                                                     ist costumed fit and drawn

Now she not he

                           but gets no both

                                                     bills beleagured there

It's all up all to the glasses black

                           as Sellar's and the rubber jacket

                                                     at King's Kaynes' antechamber

Like General Double V

                           and his abandon

                                                     ned better C

Whatever wears you

                           out you wear out

                                                     your welcome de rien

So roast defer

                           la pistolet il

                                                     arrive

Fin de inter

                           diction etre

                                                     stationer

Fin de enter

                           tainment maintenant

                                                     de fumer a l'hopital

Ill have that tant pis

                           to let svp over there

                                                     over here

Walking with my baby she

                           got great big feet

                                                     and Caldonia is her name

What make

                           your big head

                                                     so hard?

Against the outcomb

                           before the dies and I

                                                     'm overcome whilst still alive

If only Jesse were so

                           like me I would surrender

                                                     this poor living forthwith

Dont now one

                           take too many all

                                                     at once again make

It last man

                           aging number

                                                     and the dewlap

Of envelope

                           meant to lope

                                                     like a gazelle…

…Where Sappho's stuff

                           lay writ on bandages' papyrae pro

                                                     baby in demotic tombs

Contemporary with Confuscius

                           Liviticus

                                                     and Buddha

Before which she wore erotisized head mis

                           Tressed ille me par ess e

                                                     where her island ist epnymous

Assassassa be born

                           o'er the langour

                                                     with'n the crib

Oft the classics' offspring

                           cribbed to trot side and back

                                                     go bare go bear

Some babe in wood

                           wagon visited by dragons

                                                     flying to our cows

Hilda, Hermione, gentle Maudie

                           Lucretia, and Lucky Luke

                                                     our herd lowing

Unheard in her

                           clear mirror

                                                     where hear hirondelles

Sing songs atop

                           poles of wires

                                                     telegraphed

Tuzukking ginseng and some cool

                           rare distillation to

                                                     ward dispiritmend

Messaging youer

                           zinging the airie O vary overflowing

                                                     this unhectored garden

The door if you please

                           no big LA gain

                                                     le cygne de vous

Notre voluntry main

                           I bag it all

                                                     with my adopted son Richet's portable

The blackbird was the warb

                           lest song in can

                                                     text if she wanted

To come out she'd

                           call and then so hear

                                                     we'd be there

It was in the shed all shod to patiens

                           to dragonflies we'd be wed

                                                     nesday nested pas de tout

Pas de popinjay pas

                           pas de Cafe Pause

                                                     whose cause was about

Or toward milkteeth sapwing likerice ankleberry sasparille

                           unleavened spar

                                                     row at the gate without

She lent out on it in

                           vitening entry at Eznay

                                                     only to the lucretian cows

Which were ours de facto

                           the taffy pulling the teeth

                                                     of this intradental colletage

Which herd stood in for my herring hue

                           which stayed in for me as the dominance

                                                     browsed on her green snood and low

They burped and gurged on salopettes of her yard

                           ink et et the curds of her

                                                     swot way now glistended up

Where airie bubbles of ex

                           citement like the fir

                                                     St Horizontal st

Arts you cldnt tell were post or girl

                           fore the golfballs

                                                     in full contradiction

In the contraption of con

                           traction she rose she traipsed she

                                                     hogged she swilled she tied it tiny

And fell from coconut trees

                           all four sides round the zoca

                                                     lo my wife had a cow

Had struck to so hard

                           on backside crevasses

                                                     more like a double

Parent he sis and she

                           more stuck in throat than un para

                                                     llelled clamation

So she cried out certainly for the first time certain

                           she crew yeawe yeow yeawe yeown

                                                     quiet as a tiger on a bone

But jumped like a buoy

                           ant thing on the lastest

                                                     crumble of the hillock grad

Fell into the sleek slope sleight

                           and im re like deja vu.

                                                     ponse he groaned couer

Be core Eloi by cour Eloi et core be

                           curt and all unmuffled on

                                                     the pillow moist with pers

Piration's dank libations

                           her tresses flew splayed

                                                     out like a mandarin

Fan tasty in the corner of a COO'D COYINK

                           well where lips expired

                                                     bamboo frangrance

Chinese whispers doffed off diva

                           n shortsheeted lit

                                                     sent to bend to mean main

Tenant or raze and bent

                           to be o'ertopped like regiments

                                                     of black irises

Struck-sliced-whipt-cropped

                           with the tiger's best wood

                                                     falling into ponds

This getting on and leaving

                           things's not much fun it's got

                                                     nothing going for it

Except

                           maybe

                                                     poesie…

…Sablime and sybilline and galvanized all lemony

                           mon lit en zinc and rummy

                                                     as a sober limey at Trafalger

Not destined for the sainted square or spar

                           row at the whiteread plinth

                                                     yet destined to ride on on

His horse for the next century

                           a forgotten equestrianne to be recoverd then

                                                     who mounts his mare like Cleo

Patra apostrophied or metonymmed

                           on an purple lit her

                                                     barging esplanade at midi far away

Yet in sight of mind of you in an

                           inconstant mili

                                                     tary bestiality of an purpled mannner

For he was her insertion

                           her virtual lover and so real

                                                     the battle was love's making end

In an chillian tent mounted to being & annointed to it

                           in that imagined congress

                                                     slogging lists in weedy pursuit

And there was no bed

                           there was no lit existed

                                                     without the memory of another

They were not ink plants

                           invisibly ascribed

                                                     in botonical gardens above

The original cyclatron of which also I was also virtual

                           in Berkeley's hills at Tomlinson's

                                                     where Allen Ginsberg disrobed

And Robert Duncan decamped

                           in his mascaread toga

                                                     to Peter's crocodiling across the floor

Little Red Rooster at Ariel's house

                           above the faux temple of Isadora's dancing

                                                     in 65 Berkeley hills

Trailing the jetstream

                           comme une tire d'aile does lead and love

                                                     the jet M of the peau

Aime esse

                           effay emmay

                                                     ennay

Geeze Louis girl now you got two

                           senors sending resounding baby love poems youward.

                                                     inconceivable you Are a lucky ducklink

This writ bruts pure liquid

                           at the core of something

                                                     short sweet and raven

Us & rose the ring dint fit tomato with the ring

                           long gone now but not stiller now

                                                     in the mind like the black keys of a piano risen tremulous

Already yet again main

                           tenant gnat kant pause at thee

                                                     overgrown unsung overhung of the unbeknownst…

The fetiche of taboo

                           and the toboggan of

                                                     the unspeakable

To which must

                           be said to be

                                                     in these inevitable eddies

As the dim sparse whey

                           siddles into

                                                     the waiting the unmoving fosse

Whether like Werther he is stoked with some alcools

                           of Apollo's yeast shit

                                                     when he is smoking the POET

Is more than philosopher she is an OX ON

                           psycho anal ist sister at the helm

                                                     of columbian void's discoverie

My pet outs houser

                           mon canardienne

                                                     ma maman

 

 

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