When my cob sheds old ashes;
when i'm simplified to molecules.
when my eyes had pleasured all nature's beauty-
probably would have bruised from the highest cliff-
...
Smelt a field grass-
Pale brown in the windless sun;
there lie a thirsty river in the far end.
No channel of rats acquainted; -
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Most adorable
most desirable
most beautiful
most honored
...
It is a song
it is a journey
it calls me out
about by the dream
...
With a pint of ethyl
an engine that familiar
is noisy, catches on silence.
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By thought i wanted
to have a poem laid
in a flet blank paper
on my desk under my nose
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The paragraphs of doomed
verses converted little
paranoid evils to trample
in our wild fields with
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In a Lake of chaotic
peace, a flat-head frog
reflected itself and thought
it shallow while flex in abyss.
...
cleverly witted
gold gains;
held us eternally
to debt; burn them
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