Thursday, September 13, 2012

What, More Hanky Pan Keys?

what is are now know
fox-fire goes
8th day out
out tree givesa and winds

waters
sicilian animals &
nature sighing sobbing
the warmed-over pilgrim this walking durc’s
table

wrists over
and crickets the it
is a cricket of summer
allowance and twigs
stuck feet in revolution

hedge-crickets sing the clock
what looks clicks
is actually skin like of september
be ryder
those poles lake of own and mong mahikit
to sweetly lay in chearfulness

larry chives and nikolai to lark
day tell it hears knows time glare these
write same sounds of some violet voices and light
inward and moon those dancing frogs & cricket stilled stars
rooting, in it
inside the foolish beauty

chirps
and at the be
so be it my love
you’ve beats and have praise heard—resonant
human in scent spider presidents some fires aspire
collected pisan cantos overscreen thee till the rest
chomei! out -out of me: bunting a cricket be after
a green fields cricket is some abraded thighs and
through their kneeling to the stallion's coo
its prophecy of cleave and gospel
stick-figure some doxies the any-mongers barking rain
you’ve prayed hoily olives cricket dryad to some vassals
and offended man about 8 october

flutter about
get on and know thyself with tympanum
1860-1866 (1982) — the f of truth
gerty’s bloomas bawds for thieves proud journal
let mephibosheth be father precipitated out
basso continuo of dripping is in their bazaar dance
a stone like that of the aram
its basic difficulty accompaniment to innocent hum-a-day
coralim udhra

crickets crickets crickets crickets crickets crickets crickets crickets crickets crickets crickets crickets crickets crickets crickets crickets crickets crickets crickets crickets crickets crickets crickets crickets crickets crickets crickets crickets cheerful skins do smooth frank o’hara's fall

charles the some
unfoldings late as bed
ralph be this prophet
I am crotchety style in cynical
cylindrical columns
doctors milk some darius milkmaid with the night-hawk cricket

william carlos hopes to no relief and like the high rubato sends
a poem down to the butte owl bleating some boratynski what end to out of guy
the crystalline crickets of annoys

other men
of domestic bourgeois parrots
love the music by john frank o’hara
the access to its fathom of kenneth to medicine
you’ve looked stuck in trees
to bray like hermaphrodites in a bottomless wave
of the triste whippoorwill owl to 1929

 — Sounds of loved? And if stunned (19 sky. God Standing idols of no shelter