how to beg a stall
& pass not close but the way
blades have ides like day
see through me
abysmal as a reed
see’d underneath the lake
ever repair itself to the send
loads pure.
on your left itself to the send
sang from a word like blood
When you can trust it in your mouth
lavender hymns with life
& lightening pulse the earth
Though you don’t know me
you might like it
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7/18
Across the river run Brooklyn to the sea from this wrist I was halling your name Hello Old Bean, Love Little Bean the wake dispelled
Behind a rush)))))) toward Somewhere Central Being with you
Calmed by all regions The city cathedrals toward the bird of a brain
Is equal to. remains open. w/no system The day is euphoric softened
Myths on impact Fruits with a kind of earthy violence.
Das earth-like feeling Drive our shared parts to the sea
On an errand of looseness and debris Easy loosies joined by
Is worn as our shedule erupts another mouth round pernod Ling ling,
Bicycle harmony The animal Filament priests with light
<<<<<<<<<<
That is summer the end You keep Come to unleash la moon c, ouiL
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^^^^
The sound of it all ^^^^
is the fluid anchor
(the vast interior)
with
draw
from this tree, and so on
I want you to buy me flowers.
posted by poet CAConrad @ 10:31 PM
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