now fetch thee
rhapsody
in the blank verdure
of its spaces
and commend me
to a strangling
in the contracts
contrary
complimentary
whose giallo
if gelled
gelid
or gliding
gifts the journal
jail
felt boots are best
for leather is much too thin
and love replaces
all light
in psyche
our guidepost
and backlot
old boss
come out from your pavillion
and see me
cf.
old boss
thou art so chaste
and elegant
Hear my name now:
"Fource Hooplan"
What grasp of the vault
will final its swale?
Are there only ten kindnesses
in a bandit?
They unnerve me, but not
literally, in that respect,
they perform in an opposite
relation.
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