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SHE

These failings tie you up with home. For me it's just unknown distance.

HE

My dear, I care a great deal for the pear-shaped of the lute species.

SHE

It's hard to glutinize in leafless time.

HE

Who has unsettled you about this matter?

SHE

Oh—appetizers, upholders of the law . .

HE

Drizzlers in the sink.

SHE

My faint memory of viscera should be certainly viscarra.

Let's rush the blood to some other point.

HE

I suppose it's profound to guess whether . .

SHE

(plucks the mandolin)
Prayerful inebriate shelters his wings.

HE

(blows his cigarette smoke white in the dark)
I shall never be able to enlarge my scope as I wish.

SHE

Have you been to the proper authorities?

HE

Don't be nemeebic.

SHE

I love you despite the coconut on your tie.

HE

Would you be traditional in buttering your bread?

SHE

Not if there were plums to placate the ardor.

HE

Then what are we waiting for?

(Grandmother candles her hopes to an empty room, has them blown by the wind at the window, trudges the length of the night)

News

To wit, the lover said.

As a young woman

I saw that

done

no child

no enlightenment.

We approach the dignity

of the ad.

Or successfully maintain

a humorous relation

between the ayes

and the nose

(got to give the asses an eye)

Faces slander

O I see

faces

slander.

Find body

of ashamed man.

Labor leader flogged to death,

believed in destroying home, church

and civilization, radio caster said,

no right thinking people

could deny it

said

People should know

who the floggers are

how the air mind

gets a raise

and the extravagant

broadcast

without mercy.

The issue wouldn't have been brought up

if your husband hadn't been killed.

The police described him

as an intelligent man.

Lilies

of the kind

look   she's right.

The flag go hang

in the war market

to which the farmers

of this country

bring their products.

Duck

wobbler

for all intentions.

They separated

not legally,

the world has no notice.

His old wife illegally starves

his mother

nothing left

eats

dies.

You

got food?

I'd like to keep my hat and coat

reasonably clean

on the walk from New York

to California gate unless I get work—

will pay $10.

My shoulder worn

over and down Payroll Hill

fashions mornings after.

Raw wind, rain,

one month going into another

what the hell

Frail limbs are proportionately low

Buy a limb today.

And while we walk

we ride

footgear alert

to beat the sweet tenor

of their sentiment

(they keep their trees away from us)

a tour of the tines—

rise and sore

life term.

 

 

1.
subconscious

2.
wakeful

3.
full consciousness

1.
subconscious

2.
toward monologue

3.
social-banal

1936–1945

O let's glee glow as we go

there must be things in the world—

Jesus pay for the working soul,

fearful lives by what right hopeful

and the apse in the tiger's horn,

costume for skiing I have heard

and rings for church people

and glee glo glum

it must be fun

to have boots for snow.

 

 

Troubles to win

and battles to bin

and after

a tare in the side

of all my ties

                  and barn

                                dances.

 

 

A country's economics sick

affects its people's speech.

No bread and cheese and strawberries

I have no pay, they say.

Till in revolution rises

the strength to change

the undigestible phrase.

 

 

Lady in the Leopard Coat

Tender spotted

hoped with care

she's coming back

from going there.

 

 

Jim Poor's his name

and Poor Jay's mine,

his hair's aflame

not worth a dime

                          or he'd sell it.

 

 

Scuttle up the workshop,

settle down the dew,

I'll tell you what my name is

when we've made the world new.

 

 

There was a bridge once that said I'm going

and a cistern that said What Ho

and the stick said lying on the ground

how am I to grow?

 

 

When do we live again Ann,

when dirt flies high

in wheeling time

and the lights of their eyes see ours.

For if it's true

we're the dung of the earth

and they the flowers

from stock that's running out

they need to be planted over.

They'll never know

the weeping diff'rence, Ann,

when the whole world laughs again.

 

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