wallflower on the ear

it was the summer of a gigantic pedestal
whose charterhouse of him who remains distaffed -
alas! his chivalry gone - and lightly at that by one's mouth
and was, like that storm rain -

for the doors are blocked and it is clear that
looking for roman medals in the chartreuse
your steps then nestled six statues of the city is -
and that they cry and

around which these are posed to the front so
i had unhooked her angels and have postponed
so there will be bums bumped out into view
among the grass fathers!

go now he or him jealous of the masterpieces
which deceives me - prophets admirable
the cross is absent it is planted in the gourds
and the charterhouse is necessary to that power
the revolution has it where once churches
seven and the turret of gold

now laid more suburbs of kink
who were more than three to the neck churches
a holy gillyflower on the ear ~ that tomb
these oratory slabs of two another in the of herself
expired louis XI keeps her right hand
to bury a piece as the antique dealer who has shaken
his majority of the monuments

to stones where hammered ding
besides that in the stones that have big leaves
and its nobility soon has four centuries in the furrows
of one in the bent knee
shaved his sky

the fate of burnt grandeur?
they mourn the sewers his organ whispered
in the ashes of the children was that of the! I ! Ah!
why altars bedside a royal domain
- 0 negatives of posterns were of there is a jewel to hang
the shade tuft of desolation

the slender turret of their wax
beheaded his incense smoked leaves
a greyhound battle
in a youth who leads the living glory
the portal of the rich meeting
and me, I wandered among these ruins