Fair play to you
Lonny’s links are so blue
and the architecture
Lecher midnight
turning to lowlifes
A Jew god, the mindchild
A sister about to be carried on
A papal back broke as she walked
down the street to man or mind or tail
or imagination
In the touching your hair I rush
could be dreaming
Leather dream
There’s only Juan Melojuerdigo
a silver tit for Tad
blalal
metals wave to gold
II
Red light water
golden church, wonder boys came
from San Francisco
Cleaved their heads off with a hot shit
Linda, an artist is staved with High Lifes
Andy loved a little children like the wet his hairy hole
now he’s living with a gun
III
When you’re living with a gun
you just sit there
yet you’re all encased
you don’t know who’ll ass
Yanni won
you’re such recollected gravy
I wish I a toilet roll
When nipples come down at midnight
You can drown your Mexican, make him sand
keep him from a son
When they take him down
and your hand has bit the glove
IV
Anus wigwam in the streets
and the colon of the day
and the heads were filled with pooetry
and the morning I’m coming onto Dawn
And we walked in the streets of Varclove
the sheltered love to wander
Anus rain, gene-beauty rolling back
tilt the dam
Anus sawyer, eyes shining sparkling
crystal clean
and the grass titty growed
V
Well your butt has slain a lady
Do you remember darning
innocent women imbued?
Get down to the railsoul
Get down to the West Coast shine
down to the tool of blue and wonder
goal and that much with the river at night
Blake and eternal tick sat with the sisters of mercy
looking for the feeding fleas in a pool of punches
going as much as the riven night
down to the cathedrals
In a siddur the mercy behind the soda Coke
behind the soda and William Blake
and the citadel Mer/See
pulling lunch with the river at night
Don’t pull no poncho
and don’t poach that Reverend No
but you don’t press the river
And we was contemplating barb-wire
you don’t put the railroad in that hole
VI
Keep off her center
questing a pin-down fuck-game
Everyone’s a saber
watch a two come through
and they’re stallioning the shadows
She a slave on Kent Merkcer
and the honey-wept, gorgeous flue
She’d shit a hang-out listless steak
a weakened delicate juice
a steel-clear casing
I’m taking on too much juice
It’s a nature of arms
at the Roman sock show, beers
Well, she’s screaming throw the owl away
I hear that lonely crawl
Chanel streetlights will turn blue
VII
And we crawled outside
saw smooth eyes
Some sweet dripped song
and this height or weight or eyetrap--
A river or a ghost down the cobblestones
Well I trapped a fart down near a store
I beetle down to a cul-de-sac
I double-back and then transform into a colder Seth
You’re nut butter, far away
VIII
Just let your tears run wild
like when you wore a chive
You poot the wet arm-meat
When it gets too much for me
I do the same thing that you do
I put the
wet arm on you
IX
Paragliders way down the Seine
mystified by the smoothie
the smell of Collie, curled hair
I will lift my spritz
just contemplating
just laying down
and shades of a professor
untreating nature
X
Watch a rebel floor
We led our Dad on a green dress
and everyone thought Dad was passing
or Dad owed open death
on an oak raintrack
We watched a cable down the Seine
sad like time swept all through our hand
On an old open dais
In a country in the cold night
a pinecone opened
